You’ve been stumbling through the wilderness for days, exhaustion weighing down every step. The smell of cooking draws you, tempting you to rest. The stranger by the fire meets your wary gaze with a warm smile and gestures for you to join him. Sensing your doubt, he raises his hand and conjures a small flame in his palm, the light flickering over his face. “Fear not, wanderer,” he speaks softly. “For I am you.”
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