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The dust cloud appeared on the eastern horizon, a brown wall that swallowed the sky and advanced toward the Oklahoma farm with the inevitability of a tide. The house stood in its path, a wooden structure of pine planks and nails, its paint peeling in sheets that curled like dead leaves. The well pump creaked as it drew water that was increasingly salty. Its metal rod moved up and down, up and...
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