Chapter Twenty-Two
The morning rose up above Linden and gave those who were outside a sight to look at. It was hard not to marvel at all of the beauty that surrounded them. Soft rays bathed the concrete buildings and brick walls. You could clearly see that a beautiful day was coming, no rain or snow. It was almost as if the spring came to town but it was fall. Sunshine looked beautiful on those gold leaves sprinkled across the roads, sidewalks and a few of them clinging to the trees still. It was as if they knew that a storm was coming. But not the storm that brings rain and thunder. Not the storm that gives them cloudy skies and bad mood, wish for a warm blanked, a couch and a good book. Not the kind that gives you tiny sneezes here and there, alarming you of a flu coming to town. No, this storm was somet
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