The wind cut across the plains like a blade, scraping frost from the earth and driving fog low against the land. Abigail Monroe stood alone in her kitchen, the wood stove ticking softly as it fought the cold. She had learned to read nights like this. Nights that carried trouble in their breath. When the knock came, it wasn’t polite. It was urgent. Heavy. Desperate……CONTINUE READING BELOW
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