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to see whether old truth still had power.
“No,” Sam said. “I don’t regret it.”
Tyler kicked a stone down the road. “I think I get it,” he said.
“Do you?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t just land.”
Sam smiled. “No. It wasn’t.”
That winter, Mason Creek held its Christmas parade on a Saturday cold enough to make breath smoke in the air. The high school band played slightly continue reading …
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