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Glamorwood
It was not until they were almost out of town, following Main Street northwest toward the forest-covered hills beyond, that the old woodsman finally revealed his name. It took Raedrick finally straight-out asking, instead of the polite half-question Julian had tried in the office.
The old man squinted at Raedrick as though surprised for a heartbeat or two, then shrugged. "Name's Dewey." He left it at that, focusing his attention on the road ahead.
Julian exchanged glances with his friend, who shrugged and smiled slightly, clearly amused. Julian was inclined to agree. The old man was eccentric, for sure. But, looking at the signs of more decades than most men ever saw on Dewey's face, Julian figured he had earned the right.
They passed the last buildings on Main Street, an
