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Clara followed him. Inside the kiln, the floor was waist-deep in vibrant green flowers. She plunged her arms in, pulled out a handful, and rubbed them between her palms. The friction released a sticky, yellow resin—lupulin—and an aroma so potent it made her dizzy. It was perfect. buy bulk hops

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Silas spat into the dirt, a twinkle in his eye. "North field is spoken for, Clara. Big contract out of Chicago."

By noon, the deal was inked on a greasy napkin. They spent the rest of the day baling the "Ghost" into two-hundred-pound cubes, wrapping them in airtight foil to freeze the freshness in time.