The morning light had barely crept over the horizon when 64-year-old farmer Thomas stepped outside, his boots sinking softly into the damp earth. The rain from the night before had left a sheen across the fields, beading on the soybean leaves and pooling into small puddles that caught the golden sunrise.
It was a quiet, familiar ritual—one he’d performed nearly every day for decades. Coffee in hand, weathered hat pulled low, he strolled the fields with the calm assurance that comes only from a lifetime on the land.
But on this morning, something was different.
A Mystery in the Soil
As he approached a dip in the land where the soil often held water, Thomas paused. There, nestled in the soft mud, was something he’d never seen before.
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