"The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered tin. The land lay bled of its colors. The nights lengthened, went darker, brightened in their clustered stars. The chilled air smelled of wood smoke, of distances and passing time. Frost glimmered on the morning fields. Crows called across the pewter afternoons."

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Source: James Carlos Blake (2013). “The Rules of Wolfe”, p.90, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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James Carlos Blake

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James Carlos Blake is a notable author recognized for his exploration of identity and struggle in works like 'The Pistoleer.'

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