Pine Loft South

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“The road continues south from the town center, quieter here than the northern end, the shops spaced a little farther apart. Stone porches and packed dirt give way to rougher ground as the street approaches the tree line. On the left, a stone mason works the front of his shop beneath a sign that reads No Stone Left Unturned — slabs and cut blocks stacked in neat rows along the porch, a cartwheel half-carved with a decorative pattern leaning against the wall. Across the road, a tanner has hides stretched and drying on wooden frames outside his shop, his workbench visible through the open front. The smell of cured leather and sawdust carries down the street. Further south, the dirt road narrows and the buildings give way entirely. A wooden guard tower rises at the end of the street, Pine Loft's green flag with its white pine snapping above it. Beyond the gate, the forest begins — dense and dark even in daylight, the tree line pressing close on both sides of the road as it disappears into the trees heading south.”