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

look back at me. I could see Mrs. Gable from the bakery, her brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes darting between me and the mayor.

I sat perfectly still, my hand resting on the silver bee pendant around my neck. The small metal wings felt cool and sharp against my thumb.

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