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... of two dying trade roads, forgotten between the folds of lowland hills and choked rivers, where the fog came early and the sun always seemed a little too far away. The stone here was soft, brittle from years of rain, and the rooftops sagged with the exhaustion of time. Shutters banged against cracked walls in the wind. Chickens pecked in the mud. The scent of damp wood, sour ale, and boiled grain clung to the air like mildew.
It was a ghost-town with people still in it.
And in i ...
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