Leaving Mr. Jacobs’ office, I felt a mix of relief and apprehension. The ball was in his court now, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to uncover. I decided to pay another visit to the barn, hoping to find the missing piece of the puzzle. The barn was quiet, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. As I moved through the rows of cages, I noticed something unusual—an opened crate with a label in a language I didn’t recognize. I snapped a photo with my phone, my mind racing with possibilities. Whatever was going on here, it was clear that the farm was a front for something much larger.
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