Elias stood in the middle of the gravel field, his gaze fixed on the road where Mr. Henderson's truck had disappeared. The silence that followed was heavy. It wasn't the peaceful silence of the coast; it was the cold silence of a town that had turned its back on him.He looked at the pink stain on the wood. He had enough money to buy a thousand gallons of the best paint in the world, but at that moment, his bank account seemed like a useless pile of papers."Elias, come inside," Clara said from the porch. "The sun is getting warm. You've been out here since five.""I can't leave it like this, Clara," he murmured, his voice tense. "If I leave that stain there, they win. They'll see it every time they drive by and they'll know they managed to hurt me.""You're being stubborn," she said, stepping down the steps. She stopped a few feet away, arms crossed. "You can't fight an entire town by yourself. If the hardware store won't sell to you and the grocery store won't either, what are you g
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