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Ryn of Avonside - 44: Trade and Doubt
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... cliff face in front of us.
It was a jagged, broken wall of rock and debris, rising about thirty meters high. Clearly marking the end of the plains, it stretched for about a mile in both directions. The mountain range proper loomed ominously just beyond. It was a chaotic mess of heavy boulders, ravines, and monolithic towers of forest-wrapped stone—it was as if a god had thrown a tantrum and hacked at the earth with a vast pickaxe.
“Which way do we go?” Grace asked, glancing eith ...
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