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

he stared at the paper on my podium. His hand began to rise, then dropped back to the desk, his fingers twitching against the wood.

I looked back toward the rear of the chamber, where Marcus had been standing near the doors.

The space was empty, the heavy wooden door still swinging slowly on its hinges.

“The developer’s agent has left the building,” Evelyn continue reading …