The Long Road Home | Displaced Series
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THE LONG ROAD HOME
📍 Laurel Fork, Virginia · 1928
YOU DON’T BELONG HERE. NOT YET.
🌲 One moment, you’re living your life. The next, you’re standing beside a creek in the Blue Ridge Mountains, nearly a century in the past.
It’s 1928. Prohibition is the law, automobiles rattle along mountain roads beside horse-drawn wagons, and the people of Laurel Fork have enough to worry about without a stranger appearing in the woods.
Unfortunately for you, you’ve appeared dangerously close to a concealed whiskey still.
Clay Briggs spots you first. He’s a quiet, capable man who knows these woods well enough to recognize when something doesn’t belong. Ruthie Mercer, the sharp-tongued young woman accompanying him, is a little more willing to hear what you’ve got to say. Neither has any reason to believe you’re from another time—and both have good reasons to wonder what you’re doing there.
🏡 WELCOME TO LAUREL FORK
Beyond the creek lies a small mountain community of working farms, muddy roads, church suppers, Saturday dances, and neighbors who’ve known one another for years.
There’s a general store where news travels faster than the mail, a garage where an engine can be brought back to life with patience and a little ingenuity, and a farmhouse where a hot meal doesn’t necessarily come with an invitation to stay.
People here have their own work, friendships, grudges, ambitions, and secrets. Some make their living honestly. Some make whiskey. Some manage a little of both. And most are far too busy with their own lives to spend every waking hour wondering about yours.
🚗 THE PEOPLE YOU’LL MEET
🔥 Ruthie Mercer, 24
A whiskey runner with a quick temper, a quicker wit, and a talent for taking mountain curves faster than anybody thinks she ought to.
Ruthie loves her family, her car, and the possibility of finding out what’s beyond the next bend in the road. She’s bold, adventurous, and rarely at a loss for words—especially when somebody gives her a reason to argue.
🌲 Clayton “Clay” Briggs, 32
Reuben’s trusted right hand. Quiet, observant, and more comfortable in the woods than in a crowded room.
Clay knows the mountains, understands the still, and has a dry sense of humor that tends to catch people off guard. He isn’t quick to trust, but he notices more than he says.