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The Apolsi Crest: What Type of Leather Bag Is This?

Kylun stood rigid at the bridge’s mouth that headed to the forest with sweaty palms and a furrowed brow. It didn’t seem to be a different night, same guards, same bridge, same gun at his hip. The occasional hunter requested passage across the bridge as they went to hunt nocturnal animals. Nothing suspicious happened. Really, the only suspicious thing was the leather bag in Kylun’s jerkin.

“You alright, Ky?” His friend, Forash, asked.

“Fine. Just tired.” Kylun muttered back.

Slowly, as they stared at the distant city a shape began taking shape on the road. It seemed to be in a great hurry since it quickly came into focus. A group of horsemen. The Government’s guards. They finally came up to the bridge and confusion began filling Kylun’s mind.

The lead guard barked out, “We have been informed that a group of ten rebels passed this bridge. Is it true that you let them go?”

Suddenly, Kylun felt a weight in his jerkin. Inside the leather pouch. His bewildrement turned to terror. What was in the leather bag?

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