The Shadow of Ioa

Ioa lived in a squalid little hut far removed from those of his once kinsmen. He tried hopelessly to forget the stench of blood and rot, and the feel of a seaxed knife in the wound he carried to the end of his life. For all his dread of a violent death, his end was quick and clean, and none of his kinsmen ever knew his fate. His hut, left unattended, quickly fell to disrepair, then to collapse. No one used the wood. The grain was warped. Many lived in that spot across the following years, some in peace, some in misery,. A few in strangled fear, but non-tied

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