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Here, amongst the drooping Willow Trees, the lily pads floating on dank swampy water, and a surprisingly nice boulder, a hut rises up out of a rare clearing of dry land. The locals rarely travel the paths leading here, preferring the longer trek through the swampy lanes to ensure their chance of encountering the frightful horror residing under this tree is mitigated.
Creeping past the smoking chimney, a faint aroma of onions permeates out from the inside of the hovel, rising in intensity as some large form stirs from its rest to find what has entered its domain.
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Daniel Paquin
2021-12-30 20:08:44 +0000 UTC