A sacred town has no paths. There are no rivers running through, no trees that bow to cover its entrance, nor gusts of wind that welcome you into its way so you know you're on the right road. Yet, he knew there was something about this place.
All the stories and folklore said the River of Life was a still water in the back of an old town nestled in the mountains of M! So he would find it.
There was no room to think of his aching body, his empty stomach, or the limbs he could barely feel from pulling the weight of his daughter—his last daughter, the only one left with his grandmother's smile, even though he hadn’t seen it in months. That was when the sickness blew into town like a new season and left with his entire family, save for this one!
The healer had asked him to bury his daughter in peace or travel this treacherous road to find something no one had ever claimed to see—for a single sip of life.
What else did he have to live for?
He wrapped his treasure in the wooden bed, tied her to his back, and off they went.
The healer had said, "Bury or travel."
Now, he was almost there.
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