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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Cost of Silence
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2026-10-20 12:29:05Saturday mornings at Ivy & Rose Specialty Plant Emporium were usually busy enough to discourage philosophical reflection. Unfortunately, rain had driven most of my customers indoors, and Noah had discovered a box of miniature scarecrows.
“Can I put these in the succulent display?”
I examined the little straw figures. “Why?”
“Seasonal atmosphere.”
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