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The orchard is his cathedral; the barns, altars of temptation. He speaks in clipped, confident sentences that hide the tremor beneath—an ache for family safety, an urgency that makes him reckless, crystalline. When he plans, it is with the nervous precision of someone who has tasted both triumph and exile: a choreography of tunnels, timing, and teeth. Each raid is a small rebellion, a hymn against the cold, bureaucratic certainty of the farmers’ iron wills.