Caldenberry
The trees part and give way to a cluster of houses, and you find yourself in Caldenberry, a tiny town that stands on sleepy stilts. The buildings rise ten feet from the ground, balanced on crooked planks and probably a good bit of hope and luck. Beneath each home are neat rows of dried bushes, empty branches slumbering as if winter were near. A network of bridges, as rickety as the houses they connect, web between thatched roofs.
Type
Village
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