Chapter Forty-Two: That Home Across the Road
Leonard Bryson looked at the sandwich he had prepared for lunch with distaste. He was eating because he must but there was no pleasure in it. The cold venison and...
Read MoreLeonard Bryson looked at the sandwich he had prepared for lunch with distaste. He was eating because he must but there was no pleasure in it. The cold venison and...
Read MoreThe northeast coast of Lake Superior was wild land. They drove for days without seeing a soul. It was the end of the day, the sun low in the sky around nine...
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