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Chapter 45. The Farm, Part IV
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... he color of cinnamon and dead leaves. It snakes its way through the countryside like a lazy earthworm, bumping and jostling the carts every few feet. To the left and right, the world unfolds in patches of farmland. Golden fields of wheat sway lazily like they’re dancing to some slow, invisible tune. The wheels of our carts creak, the stag beetles chitter softly, and the occasional gust of wind carries the smell of manure from farms we pass along the way, wildflowers, and something else I can’t q ...
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