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Chapter 2: Woods Of the Valley To some, the Route 216 General Markets was just a multi-function general store. Much like someone would think about a decent sized truck stop that a person could stop at when traveling the highway across the country. Yes, one could buy groceries, fresh produce and meats there; but there were also other items that one could find there like clothes, simple tools, and other simple household necessities that someone might need and not want to travel for at least thirty mto an hour to the nearest store. The place was also the only fuel station for at least twenty miles and housed the only diner in about thirty miles. To others though, the Markets was more than a simple market store. It was the heart of the small town and without it, the town would eventually die out. This is something that some have come to know and want to keep the store and by extension, the town alive. One of these individuals was Rory Woods. Rory had lived most of her life in Delows

Chapter 1: What Gets Left Behind Any good story has a beginning, middle and end. So I suppose this is as good a place as any to start. My name is Frost Tavor, I am a mid twenty-some year old wolf and I'm on my way to a rural, out of place town called Delows Valley. I wouldn't normally consider visiting an out of the way place such as Delows Valley, too far off the beaten path where you had to drive almost a solid hour to get to any kind of modern store chain that most people take for granted. Including me. That changed when a lawyer came knocking on my door earlier this week with documents that were for me. Apparently, a somewhat estranged half-uncle on my father's side had written me into his will and now I was on my way to where he lived to view the estate he was giving me. A bump in the road rousted me from the thoughts that had been going through my mind and without much thought, I couldn't help but yawn and stretch in the bus' seat that I was occupying. Looking around the