[ The sun is setting by the time the town appears in the distance. And you know you've come to the right place—in a break from the South's native chaotic wilderness, there is a flat blanket of amber, fading in the sunset. And stemming from the very center of the field is a circle of black, presumably the illness you have been tasked to cure.
As you near, the clouds close in on you, blocking out the sun. The air feels heavier. It's harder to breathe. The spirits' upset is palpable.
The town, below, is not very big. But it is, perhaps, too quiet. ]
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As you near, the clouds close in on you, blocking out the sun. The air feels heavier. It's harder to breathe. The spirits' upset is palpable.
The town, below, is not very big. But it is, perhaps, too quiet. ]