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My stories

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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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Ridgeline - Part Seven: The Inside Place

The brush closes behind. Branches press along the flanks. The nose drops to the ground and the ground is a map — layered, dense, each inch carrying...
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Ridgeline - Part Six: The Only Warm Thing

She started talking because the silence was going to kill her before the bleeding did. Not to the dog. Not to Bree. To the air between them — the...
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Ridgeline - Part Five: Flinch and Hold

She didn't move. The dog didn't move. Ten feet of gravel between them and the dusk thickening into something heavier and the dog sat on its haunches...
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Ridgeline - Part Four: Wrong Direction

She picked left. No reason. The trail forked where she stood — not a real fork, just the loop continuing in both directions — and she picked left...

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