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Doing hard work
From their hidden spot, they peered at the old man, who was wielding a pickaxe. He swung it forcefully against the cave wall, each impact echoing through the chamber. For about ten minutes, he hacked steadily, pausing only to wipe the sweat drips from his brow. Finally, he stopped, breathing heavily, as he reached into his jacket pocket. What was he taking out? The two men gazed upon the elderly man with much interest.
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