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A full year later
A year later, the land had healed better than anyone expected. The red soil, once tainted with oil and sulfur, now acted like fertilizer. Charles’s beet crop thrived, bigger than ever. Holding one up, he chuckled, “Biggest one I’ve ever seen.” Standing at the field’s edge, he watched the wind ripple through the green rows. The nightmare was over. His legacy had been shaken—but not broken. The land was his again, and it was thriving.
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