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The remnants of corn stalks jutted from the barren soil, brittle and broken under the weight of years. Once golden, their mournful brown hue mirrored the somber landscape. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a dusky glow over the fields an hour south of Minneapolis. Ian moved with measured
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Prologue: Tear in the Void
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I am super excited to reveal the title of my free ongoing story, exclusive to Patreon and now on Ghost!