The Dust of Appalachia
Silas lived in a trailer that smelled of damp cardboard and old cigarettes. In the hollows of the Appalachian Mountains, hope was a luxury no one could afford. Twenty years ago, a wolf had taken his boy. It wasn't a legendary beast or a symbol of nature's wrath; it was just a hungry animal in a hungry land. For two decades, Silas had carried a rusted .22 rifle and a heart full of stagnant bile....
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