Mirecross
Mirecross grew around a toll and a crossroads, a lean village of timber houses, a mill, and an always-swinging inn sign; travelers bring news, coin, and trouble in equal measure. Locals tend small fields and forage the marsh for herbs while packhorses wait to be laden for the next road; loyalties form quickly and secrets hide deeper than the peat.
Mirecross
Where three roads meet, every rumor finds a way to travel.
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