The Ledger of Howard Nestor

The asphalt road leading through Duskwood, Virginia always seemed to swallow the headlights of Owenโ€™s battered old sedan, but tonight, on Halloween, the shadows felt especially heavy. A thick, oppressive fog rolled off the Blue Ridge Mountains, settling into the valleys and wrapping around the trunks of bare oaks like

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