She went for seven weeks to care for the farm, the land meant for retirement. But there was no rest. The government had declared an emergency, and she was called to work, to rescue, to hold things together while everything else fell apart.

  For three months, no rain. Rivers gone, salmon gone, bears without fat, deer grazing on empty grass. A land starving, burning.

  The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

  And still, people stayed in their bubbles, as though the world wasn’t already at war with itself. America threatened to split apart, but the greater denial remained: climate change, they said, was not the enemy. Not yet. Not here. Not real.

  Do you want me to make this even sharper and more brutal (like clipped, report-like sentences), or keep it in this bleak, narrative flow?

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