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Across Plainfield, cooking smoke rose into the air: one wisp, two wisps, then countless curling threads. Griev…

Across Plainfield, cooking smoke rose into the air: one wisp, two wisps, then countless curling threads. Grievances and old debts might be hard to untangle, but the newly harvested wheat was plump and distinct, grain by grain, just right for making...

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Across Plainfield, cooking smoke rose into the air: one wisp, two wisps, then countless cu… | Where Winds Meet Database