"The cart creaks, it sways and bumps over the stony soil, bouncing over other tire ruts, few in number yet deep in the soft wet soil, the road having been hewn only the summer before, the grass run down and flattened to soil.
The young Lucy Abernathy rides upon a cart built by her father, a small bit of tack useful in the winter months, light yet sturdy. It is pulled by her family's oxen, previous calves from their milk cow Clarabelle, now grown.
as she Begins the day long trek south with the suns rise, past Cambridge and further still, as the snow begins to drift and flutter down, Come evening she will hit the fens, and spend the night in Diamond city, a trek her family makes sparingly, yet this day she travels alone, a first.
Her motives for this remain unclear, be it a supply run, or a visit to her dear Hawthorne"
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