Chapter 33

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Zack Lorraine's campfire story was...bone chilling. Especially once I looked into the supposed cabin in the woods this morning when I got back to the pack house and found their suspicious death records in an old forgotten book, and saw photos of the once beautiful cabin, now nothing more than a shack of a place. Maybe she was just a really good storyteller. So much to still learn about her. I shook all that off this morning though, focusing on the charity event that was tonight. There were plenty of fancy prizes up for auction, and all the proceeds would go to help fund the community. It would be a big help to our non-profits, keeping them up comfortably and running. We were expanding so quickly, we needed more hands on deck, and while many people liked to volunteer, we did need to hi

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