The Distant Legend
The road to the highlands was a ribbon of red clay stretched thin against the grey sky, and you walked it with the weight of the winter in your bones. It was a time when the frost lingered in the cellars and the markets in the lowlands were empty, save for the few hardy merchants who still dared to move their wares. You were one of those merchants, a man of few words and many debts, carrying a...
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