The Thornwood border doesn't look like a line drawn in the dirt. It looks like a clearing, wide and deliberate, the trees pulled back on both sides like even the forest knows better than to crowd a man like Garrick when he's decided to hold court.We arrive with the sun still low, seven of us walking out of our own tree line together, no formation exactly, just the shape of people who trust each other enough not to need one.Renata stayed behind, not because she wanted to, but because someone had to hold the garage if this went wrong, and she's the only one of us who didn't argue about who that someone should be. She hugged me before we left, brief and fierce, the kind of gesture we've never really done before, and told me she expected all seven of us walking back through that door by nightfall, no exceptions, like saying it plainly enough might make it true by force of will alone.The walk to the border takes the better part of an hour, mostly silent, each of us carrying whatever ver
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