Five five five five. Shame I'm so far from the five fives. The Fife and Laurel was a mysterious shop in the Dimwood and I never remembered for long what you had to do to find it open. It looks like an excellent time to take a big break. Too bad I can't afford to sleep for five years in this fief.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.