“Easton, go fetch the firewood your father gathered yesterday. And catch some fish for dinner tonight.” Arbelle, a beautiful woman now in her thirties, called from outside their wooden house to wake her son, Easton. The one being awakened only let out a small groan. He turned his body the other way, covering his ears with a pillow before his older sister, Elara, kicked him in the back. Easton immediately groaned in pain and muttered a curse under his breath. He glared at Elara, who was now sitting behind him while reading a book. The young man then stepped outside. “Yes, Mom,” he answered, still half-asleep. After cleaning himself up, Easton approached his mother, who was hanging laundry in the yard while yawning and stretching his body slightly. “Is it just me, or does it feel a little quiet around here?” Easton said, helping his mother hang the wet clothes on the simple handmade wooden clothesline. “I heard the people from the city came back,” Arbelle replied. “What do
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