Sanctuary on the Moor
The car broke down on a road that did not appear on any map Edward Whitmore had ever seen. He pulled over, killed the engine, and sat in the silence that followed—the particular silence of a machine that has stopped working and will not start again. It was late October, and the Massachusetts countryside was the colour of old gold, the trees burning in shades that seemed almost artificial in...
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