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The willow tree stood just as Grandpa had described in his cryptic notes—leaning toward the house, with rose bushes planted west of it. Luke retrieved two shovels from the garage, handing one to Keller. “Right here,” he said, pointing to the bushes. The two men began digging side by side, sweat forming quickly as they removed the tangled roots and soft soil.
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