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

immediately recognizing the heavy, cotton-blend paper my husband always bought at the stationer’s in Boone.

The top of the first page was marked with a Roman numeral four, written in his precise, rounded script.

“These are the missing pages from the translation journal,” I said.

My hand was steady as I laid the sheets flat on the table, aligning them continue reading …