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Tru found the town in the middle of the night, when the highway shrank to a whisper and the signs stopped pretending they were directions. The place was small enough that the town limits sign seemed to be half-joking; it read WILLOW CROSSING, population: somewhere between a rumor and two dozen. A fog curled low over the pavement like something that had learned to be polite.