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... my way. Marik was a nation ruled by a monarchy. A king and queen. It was home to a number of villages, towns, and cities. Traders came by every now and then, and that's where they got most of their information, but for the most part, their village was isolated. They had been apologetic, but I hadn't blamed them. I had lived in a similar situation. West Vale was much larger than this village, but it was also isolated. It had only been the caravans from Orton which had brought news of the outside ...

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