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Haru Rake paced the length of her porch as snow drifted down, covering the corral in a soft white blanket. Ten minutes since the clock struck nine, and her farmhands still hadn’t shown. That wasn’t like them. No help for it, she’d have to seek them out in town. A town that welcomed Haru Rake like it welcomed a typhoid outbreak. CommentsDeathslinger by Written by Oren Ashkenazi, narrated by Sarah GouldRelated StoriesBeyond the Twilight GatePrince in the PinLost & Found