My Uncle Sold My Grandfather's Chestnut Trees And Called Me An Unpaid Helper, Believing I Only Made Snow, But My Escrowed Breeding Archive Exposed His Forty-Eight-Thousand-Dollar Lie.
My uncle claimed the chestnut nursery and began selling its mother trees. With numbered collars about to vanish, I had one sealed envelope and a buyer to find before dawn.
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