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

He wiped his boots on the cocoa-fiber mat at the door, though there was no mud on them, a deliberate gesture to show he felt at home.

“Clara, good morning to you,” Arthur said, his voice booming across the quiet yard. “Marcus said you had some reservations yesterday, so I thought I would tag along to help clear up any confusion.”

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