The Pale Tale
The boundary line on the topographical survey of Kestrel Creek was not a straight line, but a jagged, fractured scar of red ink that ran diagonally across the valley floor, bisecting the old growth forest from the cleared pastureland with the sterile precision of a surgical incision. I had spent the last three decades of my professional life mapping the precise coordinates of such thresholds,...
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