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... an turned his head at the tutor's words. Sunlight streamed through the open windows of the guest room in the west wing, a stark contrast to his previous cramped quarters. Sighing at his student's apathy, the tutor scratched his pen against the parchment.
"Let's try again. Suppose 100 villagers paid five sacks of wheat as tax. Half is sent to the capital, and half of the remainder is distributed to the mansion staff. How many sacks are left?"
Ian stifled a yawn, his gaze drifting ...
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