Fourth Volume - Irik Abraham
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The sky was bright blue, the yellow wheel of fire hung high above, and some white clouds floated lazily in the sky.
It was absolutely perfect weather with some wind gently breezing over the landscape that helped to get rid of some of the heat.
Rolling through a narrow pass that went between two mountains, a wagon made its way towards the city nestled at the base of the mountain.
The mountain surrounded it from all sides, and there was only one entrance to the city—it was through the narrow pass.
The wagon was pulled by two powerful-looking horses, controlled by a skilled driver who navigated the winding path with ease, and inside sat the passengers, about ten of them.
Through the flap at the back, wind whistled through, carrying the scent of pine trees and fresh air that was refreshing after the stuffy interior of the crowded wagon.
