Zachariah clasped his hands again. "They live in peace, kept safe from the stressors of the outside world." He smiled and took a deep breath, releasing a contented sigh. "We're in Wyoming, high up in the mountains. Wonderful air. It has a certain crispness to it that you can't get anywhere else."

He motioned for Thomas to follow once more, and they continued on the path. They didn't pass a single person this time. There was a gentle breeze that rustled the trees, and the path became shaded with their entangled canopy.

"We rarely, if ever, travel outside of the Community for anything," he explained as they walked. "Fruits, vegetables, herbs, livestock, we grow and raise it all right here." There was a pause. "You should see the Orchard during spring. It's beautiful."

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