The Witness of the Woods

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I remember the first time I saw him. He was a small, shivering thing in a linen shirt that was too big for his frame, standing in the middle of a rain-drenched cornfield. His name was Caleb, and he was the only human in this county who didn't smell of greed and old blood. I watched him from the canopy of the cypress trees. I saw the way his uncle, a man with a heart like a dried-up well,...

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