Teaser: What Once Was Home

From Chapter Two

The ragtag convoy rolled slowly into town. Hatcher’s Creek, the sign by the road said. It was carved wood, with a little watermill dipping into a flowing stream. Quaint little place, probably the kind you would visit for some hand made pottery and a lunch if locally caught trout. At least, you would have before the war.

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