#horror #short story #harvest #amwriting #jjreichenbach Crows lined the barbed wire fence in sets of three, long black feathers rustling in the night air. The rusted wires stretched between old posts and disappeared deep into the trees, marking where one territory merged into another with the precision of generations that passed without change. This was the edge of the world...
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