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Brant never imagined that one day he would travel so far. The road north to Hutuo was a hard one. Along the way he saw refugees scattered everywhere, deserters fighting among themselves, and bandits lying in wait. His hair fell into disarray, his green robe was soaked through, and even his pack was lost. Only the jade token his junior brothers had given him remained safely tucked away at his side.\nYet over the course of that thousand-mile journey, even the token was chipped at one corner. He was annoyed with himself for being so careless and thought he would mend it when he had the time. So he straightened his clothes and pressed on, toward another broken corner beyond the mountain, one ravaged by war. That patch of the world, too, was waiting for him to make it whole.