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“Yes,” he answered. “The rednecks will bother you no more, but their masters are coming.” “Their masters?” The king looked confused. “Yes, a gang called the Dragons. They were using the rednecks to drive you away from New Eden. They want the oil fields for their Neocon employers.” “The blood of the earth.” The king said it to no one in particular. The look on his face was one of sadness. “I had thought all of the oil wells in North America were dry,” said Adams. “Are these not?” “They are not,” replied Thoreau. “My grandfather was the Mayor of Pinedale. During the War, Justinian and his rebels came to the
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