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Intro. Vincent Radcliffe didn’t believe in accidents. Flights were scheduled, meals were pre-ordered, and life, when done correctly, ran like a quarterly report—clean, predictable, and optimized. So when a wrong turn, a misfiled contract, and a defunct general store in a town without a single Starbucks landed on his calendar, he assumed it would be a mild inconvenience. Two weeks, tops. Thirty days, max. Handle it, flip it, leave it. What he didn’t account for were the goats. Or the schoolteacher with a chipped coffee mug and no time for his custom leather shoes. Or the growing suspicion that for the first time in his life, the numbers might not have the answers.

Vincent “V” Radcliffe

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