Chapter 201: Whispers in the Grain

By midafternoon, the sun leaned westward, softening its glare into a gentler heat that spilled over the hush orchard. Shadows lengthened across the rows, striping the earth in alternating bands of gold and umber. The air smelled of turned soil and faintly of sap, the kind of scent that clung to skin...

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