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The Black Wain

Through a secret narrow mountain pass the wagon fled, ‘the Small Door,’ the Sorceress called it; then the foothills of the North Downs opened up before them, dotted all over with stunted trees; then the shrubs gave way to a few farms that were bounded with wooden fences.

From: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/65388

Source: 
Myself, using paint and ink