The Concrete Line at Willow Creek: Property, Proof, and the Price of Peace
CHAPTER 1: THE NOTICE ON THE PORCH The brass nozzle felt heavy and cold against Clara’s palm, the brass threads slightly oxidized where the hose coupled to the side spigot. She had turned the valve twice counterclockwise, expecting the familiar thrum of pressurized water coursing through the fifty-foot green coil snake-nested across the lawn, but…