Reality is but a choice.
On the outskirts of Town, barely across the canal, lies a decrepit manor whose chimneys still smoke. The path to its doors lies untrodden, forgotten long ago, but those truly lost, broken, or rejected may still be able to find their way there.
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On the outskirts of Town, barely across the canal, lies a decrepit manor whose chimneys still smoke. The path to its doors lies untrodden, forgotten long ago, but those truly lost, broken, or rejected may still be able to find their way there.
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On the outskirts of Town, barely across the canal, lies a decrepit manor whose chimneys still smoke. The path to its doors lies untrodden, forgotten long ago, but those truly lost, broken, or rejected may still be able to find their way there.
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