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mother mother I made a friend today
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elves_are_niceA small wooden cottage, in the middle of a forest far from civilization.
A sitting room, barely large enough for its furniture: a table (currently covered with paper and arcane scribbles), three overstuffed chairs, and a fireplace (not lit). The walls are lined with bookshelves, though, alas, they are most empty, except for the odd binder or duplicated tome.
Were it not for the heavy warding upon the place and its lonely setting, it'd look like a normal home for a woodsman.
Within this room, a boy appears with a 'pop'. "Mother!" he shouts. "I'm home!"
A sitting room, barely large enough for its furniture: a table (currently covered with paper and arcane scribbles), three overstuffed chairs, and a fireplace (not lit). The walls are lined with bookshelves, though, alas, they are most empty, except for the odd binder or duplicated tome.
Were it not for the heavy warding upon the place and its lonely setting, it'd look like a normal home for a woodsman.
Within this room, a boy appears with a 'pop'. "Mother!" he shouts. "I'm home!"
