Fist. Pull. Foot. Push. Lanny tightened his fingers around the bottom rung of the silo’s ladder and pulled the weight of his body up, legs swimming the air for leverage, nose twitching, bits of corn dust and hay seed escaping through tiny cracks across the structure. A sign read, “OFF LIMITS, NO CLIMBING, CAUTION, KEEP…

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