The Salt Mirage
The horizon of the Great Plains was a flat, shimmering line of malice. Silas had come to this land with a bible in one hand and a plow in the other, convinced that the soil of Kansas would reward his piety. But the land had no interest in his prayers. By the third year, the rain had stopped entirely. The corn had turned to grey ash, and the cattle had dropped where they stood, their ribcages...
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