The Cost of the Line
Ben lived in a town in the Midwest where the wind smelled of dried corn and the horizons were flat, endless lines of gray. It was a place where people lived by the rhythm of the seasons and the unspoken rules of the community. The rules were simple: you helped your neighbor with the harvest, you attended the Sunday service, and you showed a quiet, steady deference to the men who had lived there...
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