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The Orinath village perches on the edge of the great river, and it is there we have dwelt for longer than memory can tell. Each morning, we gather on the misty banks to plunge our buckets into the streams, and our days are spent foraging within the lush forest or standing on the riverbank with ropes in hand to catch what fish we can. The waters sustain us with their teeming schools and clean currents, but the children of the Orinath know never to enter the river, for it is told that any who do shall never return, and what the river takes, the river keeps.
Thus we had lived our lives in quiet simplicity, but now, the Day of Marking
drew near and we eagerly prepared for its arrival…
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~ R. E. Rule