The Wind from Beyond the Mountain
I. The alarm went off at five. Will Hudson turned it off without opening his eyes. He lay in bed for three minutes, listening to the house breathe—the refrigerator humming in the kitchen, the furnace clicking in the basement, the wind moving through the pines outside. Then he got up. He dressed in the dark. Jeans, flannel shirt, work boots. The same clothes every day. The same routine. He went...
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