In ancient times, a terrible wind blew across the vast steppe connecting Europe to the Far East. The Greek poets called it the Boreal, and believed it lived in a cave somewhere in the Altai Mountains. Beyond the great wind - in the country of Hyperborea - there was to be found a perfect land where the sun always shines; a place known for its priests and healers like Abaris; who lived in a place where according to the poet Pindar, “…neither disease nor bitter old age is mixed,” and where the Hyerborean race live, “in their sacred blood; far from labor and battle...” (Pindar, Tenth Pythian Ode).
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