Chapter 8 - Arriving In The Quiet Vermont Mountain Town
By mid-afternoon, the SUV descended into a picturesque, sleepy mountain town nestled in the heart of rural Vermont.
Old wooden storefronts, local bakeries, and falling autumn leaves gave the place an aura of peaceful, untouched isolation.
Julian parked his vehicle outside the local post office, stepping out into the crisp, biting mountain air to check his notes.
He walked into the warm, bustling community center, approaching an elderly woman sorting mail behind the counter.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for someone who used to live in this county four years ago—Elena Vance,” Julian said politely.
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The woman stopped sorting letters, looking up over her reading glasses with a sharp, assessing gaze.
“Everyone in this town knows Elena; she runs the community art shelter down by the river road,” the postmaster replied.
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