Chapter 40: Still Ours

The Jefferson Tree stood on the northern edge of the compound—a gnarled black gum with roots like a tangle of old veins, bark peeled back in places like ancient scrollwork. It had weathered wars, storms, and the paving of the land around it, and yet it still stood. Crooked. Defiant. Alive.

Abigail ...

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