Lyminge
Lyminge Abbey stands as a bastion of faith and learning, nestled amidst the verdant embrace of the Centware countryside.
Founded by the pious Æthelburh, the sacred walls echoes with the chants of devout sisters and the scratching of quills upon parchment. The village that grew around it reflects the abbey's tranquil spirit, a collection of thatched-roof cottages and the gentle whispers of the surrounding woods.
Farmland stretches out like a patchwork quilt, a testament to the hardworking folk who toil under the watchful eyes of the nuns.
Beyond the cultivated lands lay the mysterious forests, their ancient secrets whispered by the rustling leaves and the soft tread of wild boar and elusive deer. Badgers burrow through the underbrush, leaving telltale signs of their industrious lives, while the air is perfumed by a symphony of blooming flowers.
This sanctified haven, though seemingly untouched by the tumults of the world, remained ever vigilant to the whispers of change carried on the wings of fate.
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