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... est, taking in the world that seemed so much more vivid than I'd imagined. I made my way through the morning mist. The path ahead was nothing fancy - just a dirt track winding through tall grass covered in morning dew, leading down to what the villagers called "the Bersley town" in the valley below.
As the sun came up, it painted everything in pink and gold. The town started coming to life below me - a jumble of stone and wooden buildings with smoke rising from their chimneys. The air wa ...
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