Chapter 57 - The Final Spring
Ramón’s prophecy was absolutely correct.
The following spring, the valley exploded into a massive, breathtaking ocean of white and pink blossoms. The harvest was unprecedented, breaking every single record the cooperative had ever set.
But as the valley thrived, Ramón’s immense, unyielding physical strength finally began to fade.
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He was eighty years old. He had fought the billionaires, he had fought the drought, and he had fought the inferno. His body was tired, but his spirit was entirely, perfectly at peace.
He spent his final days sitting in a comfortable rocking chair on the wooden porch, wrapped in a thick blanket, watching his family run the empire he had secured.
