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.” "I take a deep breath in and exhale. I don't quite remember all of it. I've been on my own for as long as I can remember, taking shelter from those who will provide it. I have learned to survive I suppose. I have heard you can help people like myself."
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