Adam: The Beekeeper Chronicles, Chapter Sixty-Five

The next day a cloud of bees descended on Sarahill Park. They were perfectly calm, avoided contact with people, but covered every surface they could. After exactly ten minutes they flew off again.

Ten more minutes passed and a woman in a long coat arrived. She asked around for witness accounts. She photographed the plants and took samples of the soil. She wrote copious notes.

Then a voice said, “October Bradshaw,” and she turned to see a young man in a beekeeping outfit. “I am a fan of your website and I believe I may have answers you would appreciate.”

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