Monday, March 16, 2009

The Ice Cave

Once again I find myself in great peril, alone in a frozen cave, lost and separated from those I choose to call friends. I suppose I can count myself lucky, I think I may have found something of great importance: the Wizard's Medallion. I found the body of the wretched soul lying at the bottom of the pit I am now trying to exit. I hope I do not suffer the same fate as him.
Writing is difficult with fingers numbed by this accursed cold.

Crosby of Green Meadow

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