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... visitor. A young man in a suspicious robe had shown up, asking him to trade cloth and food supplies with Solar Estate. He’d even offered to pay extra, but Ronya had flatly refused. Crossing those treacherous mountains in winter was practically suicide. Even in summer, that range was no joke.
Lately, the rumors circulating among merchants about Solar weren’t good. Talk of increased earthquakes, caravans buried alive by avalanches—it wasn’t a place anyone wanted to go. The place was, after ...
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