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Hildmoor

Moorlands stretch out in every direction: rolling hills topped with rocks and crude grass at the centre - the heather and bracken dales wet and full of fog - and deep, cold bogs all around. The silent smell of autumn is in the air. Stone barrows and circles lie scattered across the moors, the stuff of storytelling, far away from the scarce farmsteads in Hildmoor.

Here and there are woods of alder strees, leafless and dark.

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