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The air hung heavy with the scent of burnt sugar and damp earth. Victorias City, the heart of Negros Occidental's sugarcane empire, hummed with a low, rhythmic thrum the relentless pulse of the milling season. Beyond the gleaming factories, the cane fields stretched as far as the eye could see, a sea of green swaying gently under the relentless tropical sun. But beneath the surface prosperity, a bitter harvest was ripening, a story of hardship and resilience woven into the very fabric of the land.

 In the early dawn, Maria stood at the edge of the fields, her eyes scanning the horizon. The sun had not yet risen, but the workers were already toiling, their silhouettes moving rhythmically as they cut the cane. Maria's family had worked these fields for generations, their lives intertwined with the cycles of planting and harvest. Yet, each year seemed harder than the last.

Her father, Juan, was a foreman at the mill. He had seen the industry change over the decades, from the days of manual labor to the introduction of machinery. Despite the advancements, the workers' lives had not improved much. The wages were low, and the work was grueling. Juan often spoke of the days when the fields were lush and the harvests bountiful, but now, the soil was tired, and the yields were dwindling. 

As the sun climbed higher, Maria joined the workers in the fields. She moved with practiced ease, her hands deftly cutting the cane and bundling it for transport. The work was backbreaking, but it was all she knew. The rhythmic sound of machetes slicing through the stalks was almost hypnotic, a constant reminder of the labor that sustained their community. 

At the mill, the air was thick with the smell of molasses and the roar of machinery. Juan supervised the workers, his eyes sharp and attentive. He knew every inch of the mill, every creak and groan of the machines. Despite the hardships, he took pride in his work, knowing that the sugar they produced was among the finest in the world.