The Lonely Altar

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The Lonely Altar

The wind in Nebraska didn't blow; it scraped. It scraped the paint off the barns and the hope off the people. Thomas spent his days in a field of dying corn, his hands calloused and stained with the black earth of a land that hated him. He didn't look like a man who had once commanded legions in a dream of a previous life. He looked like a man who had spent forty years fighting a losing battle...

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