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... e raced across the beautiful fields of the Southeast, following the main road, blending into the stream of busy commercial vehicles, entirely unremarkable.
They began their journey in the most ordinary way, resting, eating, and stopping just like any ordinary person would; all according to the arrangements made by the coachman, who didn’t even know they were cultivators.
Of course, calling him uncle was incorrect; given their nearly one hundred years of age, the coachman should h ...
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