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... f the morning mist lingered over the landscape by the time they reached the river: one of several which came down from the mountains to the west. Fast and clear, it sparkled in the morning sun, the sound of its coursing waters echoing out from under the arches of the stone bridge before them. The rough span was made of simple, but sturdy construction, long standing as the only way across the river for any traffic travelling over the northern highway.
Marcus wasn’t sure who was responsibl ...
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