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Miller grabbed the cans, the condensation stinging his palms. He knew the brewery itself was the heart of the operation—a massive, humming space where the smell of toasted malt hung heavy in the air. He could have gone there, sat in the taproom among the locals and the dreamers, but he had a different destination in mind.

He drove to the edge of the old family farm, now a quiet park. He popped a tab, the hiss of carbonation echoing against the trees. It was crisp, bright, and tasted like a Columbus autumn. where to buy land grant beer

The clerk didn’t look up from his paper. "Back cooler. Last six-pack. People have been coming in since yesterday like a storm’s brewing." Miller grabbed the cans, the condensation stinging his palms