The Distant Journey

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Chapter One In the hollows of the Appalachians, a bridge is not a structure but a debt paid in iron and river stone. Lois Barlow, forty-two, kept the ledger of that debt. She woke in the motel room at fifty-eight of Lantern Yard, the chain latch cold against her palm, from the recurring dream of her father’s collapse, the rusted caliper in her fist digging into her palm. The tremor had started...

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