by Brad Beals
The road that connected the little village to the city of the King was a lazy, meandering affair that had once followed a stream flowing between the hills of a wide, green countryside. And while the stream had dried up long ago, the road and the meandering remained.
Actually, this was not a road as you might imagine but two paths running next to each other the entire distance with an old fieldstone fence between them. The land was full of sheep—yours, mine, our neighbor's—and because it was also full of stones, fieldstone fences of just this kind were plentiful...
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