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... until Julius reined his horse in and let the moment breathe.
They had crested a low rise, leaving behind the last of the wild hills and broken stone, and before them stretched a broad sweep of green.
Fields.
Not abandoned ones choked by weeds and neglect, but living fields—rows cut clean and straight, dotted with figures bent to honest work.
Irrigation channels glinted faintly in the sunlight, carrying water from distant streams with quiet efficiency.
Wind ...
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