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Du’Svarsiða Av Idyllwind
the blacksmith of idyllwind The wind blew in from the west through the village of Idyllwind. Streams of spring melt from the mountains ran cheerily around the small town as the trees, waking from their long winter sleep, rustled and swayed groggily in the breeze. The Crown Atlas towered high above the houses and buildings…
Benjamin J. Struck 