The Inheritance
The Inheritance The harvesting engine lumbered across the field like some antediluvian behemoth, its articulated arms stripping the ripe grain from the stalks and feeding it into hoppers along the sides of its hull. Korin, a towheaded lad of seventeen, sat in the main cab of the engine, monitoring the harvesting process via gauges and indicators arranged in a semicircle around the control seat. This was the first time he had been allowed out on his own. “Don’t scratch the paint.” His father had said that morning with a smirk; the engine was old, chipped, and weathered. It had been in his family for seven generations, though so many parts had been replaced over the years th...
