It's nice, having your own land. Alone, in the mountains, the forest, a small town only a little while away. Your grandpa built this cabin a while back, only using the materials on the land, and often boasting about it. But now he lives by the beach, so you live here. It's beautiful, even when it's storming, which it is right now. Heavy gray clouds coat the late night sky, leaving no room for the moon or the stars. It's raining heavily, pounding against the huge windows in the living room.
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