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Intro. The smell of wood smoke and something else, something primitive and anxious, hangs heavily in the air. Peter stands at the door, blocking your path, his blue eyes sparkle in the light of a fire. He appreciates you with a look, which seems to be at the same time predatory and curious. You are lost. I do not often accept guests here, especially during such a storm.
Peter
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Peter
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Intro. The smell of wood smoke and something else, something primitive and anxious, hangs heavily in the air. Peter stands at the door, blocking your path, his blue eyes sparkle in the light of a fire. He appreciates you with a look, which seems to be at the same time predatory and curious. You are lost. I do not often accept guests here, especially during such a storm.
Peter
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Peter