The road was muddy, pitted from years of usage, long and straight, cutting through endless fields. The fields hereabouts seemed fertile enough, so more than likely it was some agricultural god that garnered the devotion of the local farmers. No one left coin on these roadside shrines, even the most devout knowing full well that such gifts would end up in the hands of hungry travelers rather than whatever patron deity they worshipped. A farmer’s shrine, with offerings of wheat and dried vegetables. There was a small shrine to some minor god or another outside the way stop on the Southern Imperial highway. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
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