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. With that, he
left through a door at the far right of the barn, the scent of
cheese billowing in after him.
Flint covered his nose and began milking his second cow
in many decades.
* * * * *
He finished the chores by late morning. Ruberik had left
to deliver cheese, so Flint sat at the edge of the well and
looked opposite his family's homestead, through the multi-
colored autumn foliage and steady green conifers at
Hillhome below. The Fireforge house was about midway up
the south rim of the valley that surrounded the village - the
notch known simply as the Pass cut into the eastern end of
the valley; the Passroad continued through the town and
down the valley to the eastern shore of Stonehammer Lake.
Flint could see the town beginning to bustle with the ac-
tivity of a new day, and without really deciding to do so, he
found himself walking on the road that snaked down to the
center of the village. The stroll stretched his stiff joints and
freshened his spirits. He passed many houses like his fami-
ly's, since most of the buildings here were set into the hills,
made of big stone blocks, with timbered roofs and small,
round windows
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