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By sunrise, half of Briar Creek, Texas, was gone.
The little town had always been the kind of place people drove through slowly, not because the speed limit demanded it, but because life there seemed to ask for gentleness. Pecan trees shaded the two-lane roads. Mailboxes leaned toward gravel driveways. Horses grazed behind split-rail fences, and neighbors continue reading …
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