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Traveller s Tale
A cool wind blew through the green fields on the outskirts of Morens under blue springtime skies. The road that cut through the middle of those fields, as well as the town to which it led, had never been particularly busy, except maybe at harvest time. Today, however, four sets of feet wearing well-used boots marched up the dusty gravel path. A young man in his early 20's and three young women strode wearily toward the town of sheds and huts. As they passed through town, the people, farmers...
Fantasy