The Distant Promise

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The orchard died on a Tuesday. Silas watched the trees. They stood in rows, brittle as old bone. The leaves had turned a color that was not green, nor brown, but a sickly, arterial red. It was the color of a bruise that would not heal. The air tasted of iron. Of dust. He walked among them. His boots crunched on the dry earth. He touched a branch. It snapped. A sharp sound. A final sound. The...

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