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<blockquote data-quote="covaithe" data-source="post: 4498500" data-attributes="member: 46559">The woman leads you to a small house on the outskirts of the village, tucked beneath some willow trees near the edge of a dark forest, whose branches sway with a light breeze.&nbsp; The sun is close to setting, lending a slight golden hue to everything and casting deep shadows.&nbsp; Golden motes dance in and out of the dying sunbeams.&nbsp; Behind the house are a pair of long ropes tied between trees, with forgotten pieces of clothing still swaying, now thoroughly dry.&nbsp; Perhaps fifty paces away from the house, just beneath the forest canopy, is a thick tangle of bushes dotted with ripe berries.&nbsp; The woman takes you to the berry patch.&nbsp; &quot;I was just taking down the washing back there, and she must have run off here to the berries.&nbsp; Right here is where I found a bit of cloth from her dress,&quot; she points to a protruding thorn, and produces a bit of torn blue cloth.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="covaithe, post: 4498500, member: 46559"] The woman leads you to a small house on the outskirts of the village, tucked beneath some willow trees near the edge of a dark forest, whose branches sway with a light breeze. The sun is close to setting, lending a slight golden hue to everything and casting deep shadows. Golden motes dance in and out of the dying sunbeams. Behind the house are a pair of long ropes tied between trees, with forgotten pieces of clothing still swaying, now thoroughly dry. Perhaps fifty paces away from the house, just beneath the forest canopy, is a thick tangle of bushes dotted with ripe berries. The woman takes you to the berry patch. [color=orange]"I was just taking down the washing back there, and she must have run off here to the berries. Right here is where I found a bit of cloth from her dress,"[/color] she points to a protruding thorn, and produces a bit of torn blue cloth. [/QUOTE]

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