28 août 2026

The little white church in the valley of Hawthorne Hollow

“Solomon,” he said.

“Elias.” Solomon’s voice was steady, as if he was selling a mule. “You’ve come to settle accounts.”

“I have.”

Reverend Pritchard swallowed. “Shall we proceed with the ceremony?”

“No,” Elias said quietly.

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