The Distant Affair

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The mud on Thomas Bradshaw’s boots was black and slick, tasting of iron and old rain. He stood in the center of the clearing, his rifle lowered, the woodstock warm against his palm. Around him, the forest did not breathe; it held its breath. The air was thick with a hum, a low-frequency vibration that rattled his teeth and blurred the edges of the trees. It was not a sound the ear could fully...

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