The twilight murmur of the pond frogs and crickets, ever in their antique, ceaseless dialogue on nature's mysteries, cuts out, sensing the ominous approach. First one, then another, then countless, the column of black vehicles flies over the hilly Carolina back-country road, their lights lancing through the heavy atmospherics of the encroaching night. The convoy appears intentionally nondescript, no plates or badges, save one. Interrupting the otherwise black-on-black expanse of the lead car is a solitary emblem set upon its hood: a white, almost translucent apple. Beneath the apple, a single, shining word, inscribed in script: RESURGEMUS. The column speeds on, its passing rush rattling the nearby sign. "Maiden --- 25 Miles."

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