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... ing Cultivator would hack and hew on the firewood with her hatchet. Her elegantly shaped eyebrows that frowned with an intensely concentrated expression would have alluded affairs of great fascination or divinity rather than the mere drudgery of cleaving wooden blocks.
“Thud!” The hatchet slipped from her hand and suddenly fell to the ground.
She looked at the hatchet in a daze. Tears began to trickle from the corner of her eyes. Without a word, she bent to pick ...
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