Wheatford
Wheatford sits at a crossroads of roads and rivers, its low stone marketquarter ringed by windbreaks and grain silos; wagons creak through town and gossip moves faster than merchants' scales, while elders speak of older walls beneath the fields.
Wheatford
Where the plains breathe gold and old tales ride the wind.
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