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Pause from the work.
And turn to the hill.

The Master stands with two clenched fists.

In his left a bottle, to harvest the idle essence.

In his right a shotgun, to guarantee the next year's crop.

His price is power.
Mine is protection.

I return to work.
And pulverize.
The last remaining tree.

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