By Shawn Carman
Edited by Fred Wan
Two days ride south of Toshi Ranbo
The fields were still golden despite the lateness of the season, but the chilling breeze that blew through the tall grass told the truth. Winter was coming, and soon. The men and women who sat atop their horses overlooking the field grimaced at the sudden chill, but none spoke, for fear of disturbing the two samurai standing apart from them. If they could not glean what was needed from this place, then the entire group would fail, and bring terrible news back to the capital. None of them wished to be party to such a thing.
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