The smell of old death fills your nostrils as you walk the beach. Bodies lay here in the hundreds, rotting and forgotten. You can tell that scavengers got to this place a long while ago. It is, after all, what they call the birthplace of the chaos. There's nothing here but disease. Just as you start to walk back to your horse, a cold blade finds its way to your throat. A voice speaks. Female. "Move, and I'll cut you down." A heartbeat. You're still. "......Good. Now empty your pockets."
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