The first problem came with the rain. Not the big storm kind. The steady kind that turned the loop into mud again and made carts sink to their axles. Moonhold’s grain got damp in the storage. Greywatch’s school roof started leaking again. Ironhollow’s forge flooded and the coal got wet. And suddenly the three towns that had been trading so well had nothing to trade but problems. No one blamed anyone. That was new. But everyone was scared, because scared people start looking for someone to blame. And the Sovereign was still an option sitting in a room below. The second problem came two days later. A group from Blackwater showed up at the crossroads. Not to trade. To talk. They had heard about the three towns and wanted to know who was in charge. And when no one answered they got loud. Said this was chaos. Said someone needed to take control before winter came back. They didn’t bring weapons. They brought words. Sharp ones. And words were enough to make people in all
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