Finally you arive in the old village, Besides the buildings crumbling and foliage overtaking everything you pass by nothing seems amiss you do feel like you are being watched but you quickly shake it off, you set up camp in an old blacksmith where it surprisingly isnt as destroyed by time. That night you are awoken by a crippling fear as you open your eyes your vision still adjusting but you see her The spectre is floating above you with a sadistic grin aimed down upon you
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