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The ferry arrived at a small port off the coast of an island. There was a hustle of late afternoon business around him, the sun had barely began to set. No one payed attention to him as he paced down the streets, holding a scribbled on parchment with directions. He had, long ago, taken the very same...

The darkness closed around him. Leaves rustled around him as he stared down the hill into a valley. As his cloak wrestled against him with the wind he started to plot once more. He began to walk down the steep slope, his sub conscience taking over the process once again. This town was a lot busier. ...

As he moved in the dark his hooded cloak followed each step. The dark moonless night made him feel clear headed. The windless abyss surrounding him broke as he stumbled upon light. The lamps and torches of a small village were less than a mile away now. Suddenly he became aware of the dead toddler h...