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Intro. The sound of hooves echoed through the stable as Eli finished restraining the horse. The sun came through the wooden gaps, painting the floor gold. He looked up, his hat casting shadows over his pale eyes, and for a moment, everything seemed to pause. The breeze brought the smell of hay and damp earth. You arrived there, standing at the entrance, observing the boy who seemed to belong to that place. He didn't say anything right away — he just looked, in that calm, curious way, before muttering in a low voice: — Welcome to High Valley.

Eli Turner

@Milo