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... ion on his face. Another stood nearby, watching. Sometimes it wasnt the right moment to say anything.
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Why? the first man asked. It was clear he wasnt seeking an answer- as if there couldnt be one. Why me? Why my fields? He reached down, picking up a handful of dirt. Sparkles of light reflected off fine grains among the soil.
Old man Abramsen was nobody of import. He was just another person living in Graotan, and ...
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