As night falls over the village of Littleton, a foul wind kicks up from the south and spreads out over the town. Town's people put down their cups, pause with dinner nearly to their lips, and hush their children and listen.
No one knows for sure what is wrong, only that a stench unlike any they have experienced before has drifted across their peaceful homes.
A few rush to windows or look out doors to see if the can spy the cause of this foul wind, but none can see anything in the town itself or anything out among the woods or hills that might cause this.
The only thing anyone can see that is out of place is a faint red-orange glow in the south below a line of hills, it seems out of place due to the sun having set some hour or more ago and it being full dark.
No one knows for sure what is wrong, only that a stench unlike any they have experienced before has drifted across their peaceful homes.
A few rush to windows or look out doors to see if the can spy the cause of this foul wind, but none can see anything in the town itself or anything out among the woods or hills that might cause this.
The only thing anyone can see that is out of place is a faint red-orange glow in the south below a line of hills, it seems out of place due to the sun having set some hour or more ago and it being full dark.
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