Chapter 108:Home (Part 4)
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n a rundown hut made of rotting logs tied together with vines, a young boy sat by his fireplace in the quiet morning. The only sounds that accompanied him were the insects, the birds, and the occasional beast howling from the nearby forest.
With his back hunched over a wobbly table and the only light source is the sunlight seeping through holes in the wall, he worked furiously over an expensive looking parchment that did not fit in his home.
In fact, the processed Skycalf leather that he is writing on is worth more than the hut he is in, much less the table he is using. In this village, having such possession would be a grave sin. Not because his neighbours are covetous, instead they are generally hardworking and honest, however, Rutea is a small and backwar
