It was morning. The winter was past, the snow was over and gone. There was no darkness. The air was clean. The world was alive with the promise of flowers and birdsong. Spring had come. The day was warm. The day was good.
West, thought Bone as he breathed in the air, that is where I should go. Always west.
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