At End Of Road
You are standing at the end of a road before a small brick building. Around you is a forest. A small stream flows out of the building and down a gully.>how did I get here?
That doesn’t matter. You’re here now.
>but this isn’t where I want to be
I’m not concerned with what you want. Now pay attention:
At End Of Road
You are standing at the end of a road before a small brick building. Around you is a forest. A small stream flows out of the building and down a gully.>can I go home now?
—AdventureOne Pot Meal)
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