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One Tuesday, while digging a posthole for a boundary fence, his shovel struck something that didn't sound like stone. It was a dull, metallic thrum . He cleared the dirt to find a rusted iron ring bolted into a slab of bedrock. Elias didn’t want a house; he wanted a perimeter
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