The Distant Journey

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The black sap wept from the cut trunk, a thick, viscous line that smelled of iron and rot. Sheriff Elias Thorne wiped his hands on his trousers, the dark stain refusing to lift, and looked at the blighted orchard that had strangled the town’s economy for three years. He was thirty years old, a man of rigid lines and shorter temper, who had served the county with a precision that bordered on...

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