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

of the overhead lights.

The council president, a retired schoolteacher named Martha, leaned over her desk to look down at Arthur. Her eyes were sharp behind her bifocals, her face set in a stern line.

“Arthur,” Martha said, her voice quiet but sharp. “Is this your signature on the transfer ledger?”

Arthur did not answer, his mouth opening slightly as continue reading …