“Any mold or fungus growing on the wood, you get it off.” Iain nodded, and walked into the sea of benches. His search revealed little. A few patches of mildew and mucus-like green plants where easily scraped off, and he was soon back with Job asking for more work. He felt tied to the arena now. Job handed him a rake and told him to mix the sand. Iain spent a good hour working up some body heat in the cold ocean air, but when he was done, he went back for more.

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