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

My thumb caught on a rough edge near the brass rings of the binder.

The thread along the inner margin was loose and white.

I pulled the cover back further to inspect the binding.

Several sheets had been cleanly sliced away near the spine.

I stared at the jagged edges where the notebook pages had been cleanly sliced away.

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