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You have only spent a few minutes in the farmstead but the smell of the animal hides clings to your skin like warm honey. For a moment you stand with your arms outstretched and allow the stiff northerly wind to blow the smell from your clothes. Pallenten's body language says it all, she stands off to the side, the odour something she would rather not be too close to.
Luckily the smell dissipates quickly and once Pallenten allows you to remount you are again on your way, riding steadfastly to the south-west. Ahead the Devkraager Tor rises up, its dark, snow-capped massif a clear objective on the horizon.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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