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Of course, then you have the Contagion, and assuming that didn't sufficiently mess up the
working itself, you have so many people dying that magically arable lands are wholly forgotten
and overgrown in the present day.
Finally, you have the workings themselves. I honestly doubt that most Solars of the First Age who
did invest the time and resources to enhance farmlands did so with a simple "crops will always
grow good here" benediction. Sorcerous workings are rarely so straightforward, and were never
made with centuries of disuse in mind.
The fields that produced great crops is an overgrown jungle, and that magic has seeped into the
mice that ate the crops, the serpents that ate the mice, the weasels that ate the serpents, all the
way up to apex predators long since grown populous and titanic.
The fields that tend themselves do not take kindly to thieves, but the women and men who
harvested it knew the hours the tools rested, or the prayers that stilled the hungry earth. Those
folk died long ago, and the pristine rows of grain and fruit lie untouched, thought to be a wicked
Anathema trap, a bit of spite. It's carefully demarcated, maybe even walled off; capital crimes see
the guilty hurled bodily in.