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The sun blazed against the hillside. The winds chilled across the hills. Many of the Cummings clan moved about and traded with one another. The children ran and played with one another. A man with a large ax, bow and arrows walked with iron ore as a band on his head. He towered over the men. His muscular stature stood out from his black silver hair. He held a golden dagger with gems encrusted into the blade. He snorted with a deep grunt, walking further pass the Cummings who moved out of his way. His grey eyes twinkled as he came to Paden and Duncan’s way. The men glanced at one another and smiled.
“Dan Reed, finally you came,” Duncan and Paden said as they patted his back.
Dan nodded and hugged the man, “you know I would never miss a desired event of a great union.”
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