You're listening to a Clarkshold magazine podcast. I'm your host and narrator Kate Baker,

and you're listening to The Last Story for the month of July 2025, issue 226.

I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well, all things considered. I want to thank you

again for spending this time with us for finding escape in the midst of a world on fire,

and for your ongoing support.

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So thank you.

Our story is titled Hunter Harvester and is by Bam Bruin.

Bam Bruin is a European writer who also works as a traffic controller for the local subway.

Bam loves soil life on this planet,

is obsessed by the French Revolution, cries for old forest dying, and tries to read and write stories,

and a novel about all of it at the same time. So my dear listener, I hope that you can sit back,

relax, and let me tell you a story.

Bunch, you'll be able to find most of this in the official reports.

Considering what we learned that day, there will be plenty of them.

But let me tell you what happened, how it was for me. You, of all people, should want to hear it. It was morning still when the doctor

told me about you just before she got called away for some minor emergency. The examination room

suddenly felt too small. I began to breathe hard and felt my heart beat fast. I quickly zipped up

my coveralls and peeked out to see where the doctor had gone, then moved fast in the other direction.

Keeping quiet, I exited the medical dome. Outside, I leaned against the next dome, and for a moment

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