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// Second Feathers 
// Story: Appledashery 
// by Just Essay 
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	A prismatic streak sailed westward towards the bending horizon.

A brief roar of rushing air echoed above the treetops of Sweet Apple Acres and its many, many orchards.

There, close to the fence line that marked off the rural property...

A lone saddlebag lingered in the soil.  An envelope rested between blades of grass, its papery exterior stained with drops of dew.

There was a slight flutter to the white object.  It shifted slightly in the wind, then remained still, unseen.

Alone.