Five millennia ago, on a tall ridge in Freedom Township, a Native American flint knapper sat cross-legged, holding a stone, which he was striking with the nub of a deer antler. As he hit the rock at just the right angle, thin chips split from the mother stone and landed on the ground around him.
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