Holy Ghost
John Sandford
"As Virgil rolled past a million acres of newly sprouted cornfields on the way to Wheatfield, he realized that there were damn few wheatfields around anymore."
"As Virgil rolled past a million acres of newly sprouted cornfields on the way to Wheatfield, he realized that there were damn few wheatfields around anymore."
"The woman in the white gloves unlatched the dull silver buckle and the satchel held its breath."




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