Grayford Cross
Grayford Cross sits where four major roads meet beside a shallow river, its streets a maze of wagons, stalls, and inns; travelers and locals press shoulders beneath banners and creaking signboards while toll-keepers count coin and priests make soft offerings at the riverbank shrine, and the air always smells of woodsmoke, draft ale, and oiled leather.
Grayford Cross
Where four roads meet, fortunes and fates collide.
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