The Distant Affair

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The mud of the Blackwood Frontier did not just hold Elias Thorne’s boots; it swallowed them, a cold, sucking weight that pulled at his leg with every step. He raised his rifle, the iron cold against his cheek, aiming at the figure ten yards away in the shadow of the mill. The figure moved as he moved, a perfect, grotesque echo of his own stance, its face a blur of gray smoke and wet leaves....

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