In the hollows of the Violetwald meadows, there stood an old cabin. It nestled on the verdant lands—away from the buzz of civilization in absolute seclusion. The locals called it ‘Shadowmere’—for it always had a veil of mist around it. Shrouded by the all-encompassing mist, the little abode had an eerie—almost insubstantial feeling to it. […]

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