Madrid Iowa Orchard Owners Stand Against a Counterfeit Prophecy for Two Thousand Twenty Six

The cider jug was heavy, but I did not let Marcus see my arm shake as I tipped it into his glass.

He sat at my oak table with a single sheet of paper laid out flat between us.

“The old man knew it was coming, Clara,” Marcus said, leaning forward.

“This is a direct translation of the sixteen hundred five texts he spent his final years analyzing.”

I touched continue reading …