You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
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Startled by the old hag's words, I cautiously approach the cushion and take a seat. The flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on the tent's walls, adding to the mysterious ambiance. I take a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking.
"I must admit, I'm quite taken aback that you were expecting me," I say, trying to maintain a polite demeanor despite my unease. "My journey led me to this swampy town out of sheer curiosity and a hint of wanderlust. I've always been drawn to places with a unique charm and a touch of the unknown. This town certainly fits that description."
Looking around the dimly lit tent, I can't help but wonder if there's more to the old hag's remark about expecting me. Trying to be as respectful as possible, I continue, "You seem to have a keen insight into people's lives. Are you gifted with foresight or perhaps have an ability to see beyond the ordinary?"
I watch the old hag closely, unsure of what to expect next, but open to the idea that there might be more to this encounter than meets the eye
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