The Watcher's Archive
The smoke appeared at dawn, rising from the bayou behind the Beauchamp property in three thin grey columns that rose too straight to be accidental and too deliberate to be random. Cora Beauchamp watched them from the porch, her morning coffee cooling in her hands, and recognized the pattern immediately. Three points of origin. Synchronized timing. Each column rising from a different cabin, all...
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