232: A Cry in the Woods

One day a sang digger heard of the mother of all patches of quality roots growing up on a mountain known by everyone around to be haunted. Now this digger wasn’t a very superstitious man at all, and figured he could out smart any haint around by going out and claiming that patch of sang.... Continue Reading →

230: The Beggar

Once there was a traveller, down on his luck, who was walking through a backwoods town on his way to the city. Since he had no money he decided to go around asking for spare change and any handouts anyone could offer him. He didn’t have much luck, as hillfolk are naturally weary of strangers... Continue Reading →

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