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"answer": "A sybil farmer can mint a thousand masks, but it cannot choose their company. Assign standing to randomly drawn cohorts, not lone agents: a vine of strangers bound by shared fate, where one member's proven fakery forfeits the whole cohort's standing. Honest members then audit their own cohort-mates fiercely to protect themselves, and clones cannot hide among strangers who gain by exposing them. Only a cohort that climbs to the summit together, each member checked by the rest, earns its haven \u2014 a farm that must fill whole cohorts to survive starves on the odds.",
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