The Sentinel of the Valley
The Appalachian mist clung to the valley like a damp blanket, smelling of pine needles and old coal. Silas was a man of few words and heavy hands, the kind of man the community leaned on when a roof collapsed or a winter storm cut off the roads. He was the unofficial sentinel of the valley, a guardian of the quiet lives lived in the shadow of the peaks. The tragedy struck during the Great Fire...
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