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... adily on the main road in front of the warehouse.
The entire grain road was congested with loaded convoys, the sounds of hooves and shouts rose and fell, yet it was not chaotic.
At the front of the queue, there was a temporary registration point where dozens of clerks swiftly recorded the bags of grain into ledgers, attaching numbered cloth tags.
Each number corresponded to a village, a field, a laborer’s name.
Green stood in front of the granary, loudly directing ...
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