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

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“That is your choice,” I said.

“But do not come back to this valley, Marcus.”

He stood there for a long moment, looking at the house and then past it toward the quiet rows of the orchard where the bare branches stretched toward the gray sky.

He turned without saying another word, got into his car, and backed down the driveway until the red taillights continue reading …