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I’m Tomas, a miller with a limp and a life that’s ground down to a fine, dull dust. The hills don’t care, long as I keep their bread coming. Then a trader with a grin like a kicked weasel hands me a coin that feels wrong—too heavy, too sly. Next thing I know, my days turn into a parade of petty disasters: grain that won’t cooperate, livestock acting like they’ve got a grudge, and a village full of folk who’d rather roast me than starve.