“The Old Cabin My Grandparents Left Me Turned Out to Be My Greatest Fortune”
It wasn’t until the third night after the village had begun to take shape that I noticed something strange. A faint light flickered in the distance beyond the ridge, moving erratically, almost as if someone—or something—was circling the cabin. At first, I told myself it was a trick of the wind through the trees, or …
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