The sun beat relentlessly on their backs, soaking their shirts and brows. Onwards they pushed through the fields, swinging their scythes, the blades glinting in the early autumn sun. Adam paused and looked up, absorbing the scene. The golden corn, once tall and proud in its worship of the elements, lay scattered across the ground behind them. Heavily he sighed, his shoulders aching from the labour. Laird looked over to him smiling encouragement. Soon the sun would set and the harvest would be completed but until then they would work. The rewards more than compensated for their efforts.

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