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Ridgeline - Part Twelve: The Light

The light moved toward her and her body did something she hadn't authorized. It flooded. The numbness in her hands reversed itself — the fingers...
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Ridgeline - Part Eleven: Arithmetic

At some point the rain started. She couldn't remember when. The sky opened and the water came through the canopy in sheets and she pulled Bree closer...
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Ridgeline - Part Ten: Forward Anyway

A scent on the trail. New. The nose drops to the gravel and the compound assembles — human, male, the sweat-salt of a body that has been walking for...
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Ridgeline - Part Nine: Still

Cold. The ground against the flank. The gravel's edges pressing into the open wound where the claws cut. The cold coming up from the stone, through...
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Ridgeline - Part Eight: Blood

The blood-scent thickens. The trail curves and the air ahead carries the compound the nose cataloged hours ago — the woman, the baby, the iron-salt...

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