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formation, Elias in the passenger seat with a rifle across his knees.
“You’re bleeding through the bandage,” Rachel noted.
“I’ll live.” His eyes scanned the treeline. “How far?”
“Twenty miles. Old logging road. Your SUVs might struggle in the mud.”
The cabin was rough-hewn pine perched on a cliff. There was no electricity, just a generator. No cell service.continue reading …
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