He walks through the trees as the trail he was on had stopped. The dead leaves of autumn crunching beneath his feet. He wonders what waits for him. He was told to follow the trail and keep going until he reaches a clearing in the trees where a house would wait for him. He knew that this place was calling to him but he was never certain why or if he should pursue the voices calling to him in the night…

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