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... normal. Farmers didn’t negotiate with dawn — they lost to it, every morning, and had been losing to it since before the kingdom existed and would continue losing to it long after the last king was buried. The sun rose. The farmer was already working. That was the arrangement.
Her farm sat twelve kilometers outside Ashenveil’s western wall, in the strip of agricultural land between the city and the Green Basin’s swampland border. Forty-eight hectares. Wheat, barley, and the knotgrass that ...
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