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screen: a figure in a hoodie at my fence line. Jolene, working at the post I’d repaired, holding what looked like wire cutters.
Then Marshall’s porch light flicked on next door. Jolene froze, then retreated when Marshall called out asking what she was doing.
I had footage now. Undeniable evidence.
The next morning, I went back to Scarlet Meadows with continue reading …
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