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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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The moment you kick in the door you know what the smell is, your nose assailed by the fetid smell of hundreds of damp animal skins. One look around the interior of the farmstead shows that it is a poacher's hut. Mostly small deer and wild boar, the skins hang about the walls and stand in long racks, stretched tightly over frameworks of sticks and wire. Putting your hand to your mouth and nose you quickly search the building but find only a few items that may be of value to you. If you wish you may take any of the following:
- a hunting knife,
- a bar of soap,
- a length of rope, 10 metres long,
- a candle, and
- a small mirror.
The stench is too much to bear for very long. Leaving the drying skins to their fate you quickly make your way outside.
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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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