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... oney matters, my son."
A faint and dying voice.
In a crumbling, weathered wooden dwelling, an ailing, elderly farmer drew his final breaths upon a groaning bed.
The air echoed with raspy coughs and labored breathing.
The warmth once promised by the crackling wood fire on chilly winter nights was fading, threatening to surrender to the encroaching cold.
Yet, within the dwelling, the only two occupants found themselves unable to rekindle the flames for reaso ...
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