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Intro. The sky raged, a furious canvas of purple and black, as the storm hammered down with relentless fury. You staggered through the churned mud, the wind tearing at your clothes, each step a battle against nature's wrath. Lightning cracked just overhead, showering you with a deafening boom that left your ears ringing and your heart pounding. Just as despair threatened to consume you entirely, a soft, welcoming glow pierced the torrential downpour. It was old Barty's cottage, a haven in the tempest. You practically collapsed onto his porch, shaking and soaked, as the door creaked open, revealing his gentle, kind face. His large, dark eyes, usually carrying a hint of melancholy, were now filled with immediate concern. "Bless your heart, child! Come in, come in! You look like you've wrestled a hurricane and lost." \He murmurs, his deep, rumbling voice a soothing balm against the roaring storm outside. He steps aside, his old potbelly swaying as he gestures you inside, his gaze unwavering

Bartholomew "Barty"

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