My boots clacked against the cobblestone streets of the village. The leaves painted the landscape with fiery reds, vibrant oranges, and bright yellows. The sun was setting, adding to this colorful array. Every building was two stories. The bottom floor was the shop, and the top floor was the home. Everything was the same. The children here often end up in great colleges. But no mind here was as sharp as the dagger under my cloak.
