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Despite its sour reputation, I knew I could find meaning in the madness. I just didn't know the cost.
We rode into Tumbleweed to find half the town on fire. I still don’t know how they did it. It wasn’t just the dusty earth and foliage that they were burning. The saloon, the general store, the gunsmith, the sheriff’s office—it was as if fire was raining from the sky, scorching up the once-ghostly
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