The Distant Legend
The surveyor’s theodolite weighed eleven pounds, a precise and unyielding burden that Elias Thorne had carried up the Kestrel Ridge trail for the last three years, only to leave it in the truck every time the woods grew too thick, too dark, too full of the things that did not belong to the state. He woke at dawn, the dream still clinging to him like wet wool: the black bear, its muzzle caught...
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