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366 Days, 366 Paragraphs: #13
As the Road grew closer, he began to chant the work chant of his family. Doing so lifted his spirits, sending him along a bit faster with each step. When he finally set foot upon the Road, blood was flowing down his leg into his boot and his vision was starting to blur. Luck and ancestral blessings were with him, because there was a fountain. It was about four feet tall and called by the Roadbound a “Mother’s Teat” for its conical shape.
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