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Celeste’s footsteps were muffled by the soft carpet of pine needles that cut through the forest. Ponderosas stood scattered between Douglas firs along a path that had been carved out decades ago and seemed to renew itself each year.

As she and Clay climbed out of the shadows into the sun, her boot hit a clump of earth, and stones clattered in the silence.