The Distant Affair

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The wind on the Blackwood Ridge did not blow; it hunted. It tore at the flannel of Elias Thorne’s jacket, a constant, physical accusation against his stillness. He stood at the edge of the surveyor’s path, a ribbon of packed earth that had held its shape for forty years but was now crumbling into the gray abyss below. His hands, usually steady enough to level a theodolite in a gale, were locked...

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