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The video showed the bunkhouse. His bunkhouse. The camera angle was from the corner, near the old woodstove. The timestamp read: LIVE. He watched himself walk across the frame, a ghost in his own house, scratching his stubble. He didn't remember going to the bunkhouse tonight.
And somewhere, deep in the hard drive of the Circle N, a notification pinged. nowhere ranch vk
A group invite.
He thought about the fact that heâd never actually met his uncle. The video showed the bunkhouse
Private property. No exit. All souls welcome. The timestamp read: LIVE
Then, a new comment popped up. From a user named with an avatar of a branding iron. Admin: "Welcome home, Leo. Youâve always been here. The ranch was just waiting for you to remember." A floorboard creaked behind him.
Leo closed the laptop. He sat in the dark, listening to the wind whistle through the fence wire like a melody he almost recognized. He thought about the well. About the handprint.
