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Rogue Rendezvous
Thompson Springs, Utah
Miles paced the floor of an abandoned building, one of many in the small ghost town and former mining camp along a dusty stretch of Route 66 in southern Utah. The remote location was an ideal place for the world’s unwanted and forgotten to regroup. Its decaying structures, crumbling cabins, and rusting equipment spoke of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises broken down by the ravages of time.
Miles felt like he belonged here.
“I do not like eet,” complained Navarre. “I do not like to be chased down by zee Rogue Hunters again. I still remember zee damage Hugh did last time.”
“Hugh is dead,” Miles reminded him.
“But Cade is not,” Freya said.
“Indeed. A Guardian is a force to be reckoned with.”
The golden man had left many scars on his
