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Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

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her silver necklace already caught in her fingers. Her face was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes that made her look much older than thirty.

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“I stayed up until three looking through the storage shed behind the old soil mixer,” Sarah said, her words rushing together as she walked toward me. “There are three years of carbon continue reading …

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