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“Found you,” Jen whispered.
So Jen kept searching — not for a body, but for a becoming. Searching For- Angellica Good Jen Deer In-
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In the hush of the coastal pines, where fog rolled in like a held breath, two names echoed through the small town of Stillwater: Angellica Good and Jen Deer.
“Searching for Angellica Good,” Jen whispered into her tape recorder each morning. “In the deer’s eyes. In the frost on the fields.”