Edleburg was a happy town. It rested on cliffs at the foothills of the great mountains to the north. The looming shadows cast by the mountains were woven into daily life, as common as the grass and the sky. Throwing a dark veil over Edleburg until noon when the sun escaped the jagged peaks. Some would say that the mountains were slowly pushing Edleburg over the cliffs to the sea below. If one were able to climb the lonely trail to the high peaks of the mountains, they would see that the town itself was trapped. Completely surrounded by jutting rock on three sides and the ocean below. The mountains, though there were many, had but one name. The people of Edleburg called them the Snake Mountains. Coiling around the town and stretching much farther in the East and West. A chain of mountains resembling the body of a serpent, slithering up the coastline. I for one believe that the mountains were called the Snake Mountains for a different reason.
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