The Ash of Betrayal
The wind in Oakhaven didn't blow; it screamed. It was a town built on the edge of a plateau in the American Midwest, a place where the soil was thin and the grudges were deep. Samuel had been the anchor of the town, a man of few words and a farm that had survived three depressions and a dozen droughts. Elias had been the same as the wind—unwanted and drifting—until Samuel had found him...
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