Fenmark Cross
A crossroads village of roughly 420 souls built around a silver shaft and a peatbog, trading with passing caravans and nearby hamlets; buildings of tarred timber and corrugated tin ring the market green while a single stone tower marks the ridge. The economy hinges on seasonal peat-cutting and irregular silver strikes, and gossip flows as freely as peat smoke from winter hearths.
Fenmark Cross
Where silver sings beneath peat smoke and every road tells a story.
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