the cabin.
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one character. one strange cabin. one eerie forest. "it felt like the forces of nature don't exist in this place. it was almost like I'd been living in a still life painting. the lake was always stationery. the trees never moved. there was something unnerving about the trees. they were mostly all dead, every leaf on them was discolored."
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The Cabin

When I awoke from that wooden bed, there was a woman staring at me, the rocking chair she was sitting in rocking back in forth. Her gaze of me was sharp, a patient sharpness; a hunter's gaze. As I stood up from the creaking bed, I was able to see that I was in a cabin. The place was a dimly lit cabin, with giant candles surrounding all corners of the room, book shelves filled with countless books were on every wall, and lastly there were stairs leading to a second floor. The woman's gaze averted from me, as if she was released from a burden. On top of her lap sat a book that she started reading. the title of the book was "How To Knit A Sweater." The Woman was beautiful, her skin as white as snow, her hair long and dark. Her wrists wore leather wristbands with black skulls on them-

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