A last trip

A last trip

Between the port of Usgania, and the textile town of the Oxtatla Valley there is a wall of mountains.
It was thanks to those mountains that the Oxtatla Valley was able to grow the finest cotton of the world, but it was also those mountains that kept them away from all seaports that traveled to the great markets of the continent.
The pass of the mountains was dangerous and long, terrible cliffs and incredible falls were everywhere, narrow paths with loose soil.
For many years lot of salesmen and guides have found death on that pass.
But three years ago a new route was planned and building began thanks to that magic thing called dynamite, and so all merchants decided to build a safer pass by exploding the mountains.
In a few months it would be finished, even now there were a few guides that used parts of the new road when crossing.
But today that didn't matter, for today the last shipment to be guided by Don Ati was to leave the valley towards the old mountain path.
And so in a warm morning of July, the history of that last trip to the sea would begin.

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Jessica