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Thanks to D.A. Sarac for her professional editing and enthusiasm for Asheville, Tracker, who is turning into a great dog, Terra and most importantly, the real Pixel.

Prologue

October 31, 1862

Black Mountain, North Carolina

“Terra, run now. They’re coming.” Agatha’s words echoed across the open field. I glanced up at her. I lay in the crop field that Agatha had been tending. We were at the top of a clearing outside her cabin on Black Mountain, part of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Western North Carolina. I stared deep into her turquoise eyes. I saw fear rising up from her. She stood, putting a hand to her lower back, and stared across the field. The purple flowers of the chives rustled in the breeze; the evergreens that surrounded her land swayed in the wind. Her red and white dogs sensed the intruders approaching. They darted around the field, barking, circling her, ready to protect her from whatever evil approached.

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