PREVIEW
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The tides of the Pacific Ocean ground the first light of a California morning into scattered golden specks, seeping through the cracks of the worn wooden walkway into the farm. Outside the old garage, the wind chimes mingled with the cries of seagulls, creating crisp echoes.
Jason pushed the door and walked out of the garage, his hair and eyelashes dotted with dew condensed from the morning fog, his boots brushing the edges of the muddy ridges. Upon seeing the series of raccoon ...
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