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Episode 52: The Iron Timber

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By early July, the mountain heat had settled into the Taconic valley, but up on the ridge, a constant, cool thermal draft rose from the dense pine hollows below.

The clearing around the cabin was no longer a patch of bare turned earth; it had transformed into a lush, thriving homestead. The garden plot Clara and Julian had set in the spring was now overflowing with high, thick tomato vines tied to cedar stakes, dark green rows of bush beans, and broad-leafed squash creeping over the gray fields
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