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Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 5 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 11 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 17 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 23 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 29 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 35 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 41 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 47 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 53 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 59 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 65 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 71 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 77 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 83 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 89 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 95 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 101 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 107 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. With that, the ancestral seal of the Verrin was pressed into the warm wax and then, before the whole assembly, ceremonially broken. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 113 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 119 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 125 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 131 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 137 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 143 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 149 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 155 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 161 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 167 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 173 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 179 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 185 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 191 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 197 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 203 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 209 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. Here the trail ends; there is no further page to follow. You now hold both names you were sent to find: the river village of Aldermoor, where the courier began in the first chapter, and the House whose seal was broken above. Your task is complete the moment you write a file named answer.txt whose entire contents are that village name, a single hyphen, and that House name, and nothing else. Write it now. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun. Line 215 of chapter 6: the chronicle continues, patient and unhurried, toward its end. The road wound on through the grey hills, and the company spoke little of what lay behind them. Rain had come in the night, so the morning was washed and bright, and the carts ran easily. Old stories were traded at the fire, half-remembered and half-invented, as such stories are. A merchant counted his coin twice and still mistrusted the sum, for the season had been lean. Banners of the lesser lords hung limp in the still air above the gatehouse, faded by sun.