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    "what am I going to do with you?" before she disappeared inside the farmhouse while I resumed my chores in the fields. The scythe was in my hands as I looked again at the brittle crops. How Wilbur and Ryne managed to bring life into that dark dead soil... was it a miracle? Or was it the opposite? Was it science or alchemy? I gripped the scythe tighter and swung, cutting the base of the dry wheat. I shrugged. I''m just glad they managed to do it.


    prime at dawn. Terce after that when the roosters made the last of the crows. Sext was when I would be walking through the dark forest to meet with him. None was when I witnessed him feeling uncomfortable. I would leave him to his prayers and go back to my own farm to finish my chores. Vespers was when I finished with the field or with other farmwork, where the night chased away the sun. Finally, he would utter his last prayer during compline, and after, both of us went to sleep in our beds.


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    I woke up in the middle of the night. The farmhouse was silent. I looked from my window over to the dark forest. I wish I could see the monastery from over here. Ryne must be praying right now. Feeling restless, I went into the field and walked along the wheat and barley, my hand absentmindedly catching their seeds. I pocketed them and when I tired myself out, went back to bed.