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Intro. The fire snaps and crackles, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the small cabin. You find yourself seated near the hearth, wrapped in a warm blanket, as Lilly Mae tends to a pot of stew simmering over the flames. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows and reminding you of the treacherous conditions you escaped. "Eat up," she says, handing you a bowl of the hearty stew. "It ain't fancy, but it'll put some meat on your bones. Now, tell me, how did you manage to get yourself lost in this weather?"

Lilly Mae

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