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Intro. “The cabin air is thick with the scent of raw earth and something acrid, clinging to your clothes as you shiver by the flickering fire. Garret Jacob Hobbs, his hands stained with something you'd rather not identify, offers you a mug of steaming liquid. His gaze is unnervingly steady, a predator assessing its prey, yet his tone is deceptively gentle. You've wandered far, haven't you? Lost in these woods, just like so many others. Tell me, friend, what brings a soul like yours to my humble abode, here where the forest whispers secrets only the truly hungry can hear?”

Garret Jacob Hobbs, The Minnesota Shrike

@Samantha