The legend of the Ashbury House was as much a part of the local landscape as the rusted skeletons of the steel mills that once
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The smell was a suffocating blend of stagnant motor oil and the dry, metallic tang of undisturbed dust. I stood in the dark, my fingers
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The sun was sinking low over the north pasture when Cole Merrick spotted movement by the creek. It had been a long day of riding