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... low hills and golden fields, a gentle drizzle began to fall.
The clouds overhead were soft and gray, not ominous at first glance. To the weary farmers working under the open skies, it was a welcome change—a promise of good crops, of water for their soil.
But the first sign that something was wrong came quickly.
A middle-aged farmer, Rahl, who had been hoeing a row of young sprouts, stumbled and fell to one knee. His companions nearby looked up as he cried out, clutching h ...
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