The Keeper of Green Ridge
Maya Tran checked her GPS coordinates and adjusted the strap of her field bag. The Adirondack trail was muddy beneath her boots, and the sky was the particular shade of grey that meant rain was coming but hadn't decided yet. She was new here. Third week. Still learning which maps were right and which were optimistic. Her assignment was straightforward: map the territory of Fox R1, the red fox...
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