Tales of Sparrow's Ridge - 1
The scales had always stood in the square, older than memory. They tilted in strange ways. Weighing not the physical, but what lay neath the surface. What is the measure of a man? The scale’s measure had rang true for a millenia. One fine autumn afternoon, when the air sang with crispness and well after the trees had dropped their clothing, a traveler arrived into the village. He bore no signets or banners, just a simple cloak and a well-worn briefcase....