Chapter 26: The Last Stand

By dawn, the orchard was no longer quiet.

Boots crunched over thawed rows as townsfolk came in trickles — then streams — carrying battered tools, borrowed shovels, half-empty thermoses of stale coffee. Some brought kids on their hips, dogs at their heels, stories of old hushes they’d carried like s...

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