Living in the house of a wizard and his wife, I stumbled into a closet that dropped me into a hidden room which had a cache of magical powders and amulets which the wizard had forgotten about. When I found an amulet that looked like a piece of coal, except it was as soft as cloth, the wizard declared that I was ready to move on.
So I set out with my sister (except we had different names. I think I was Justin and she was Margie) We headed out eastward, and afterwards we would head out south. It was already winter, and my walking stick crunched in the snow, my white robes shimmered in the grey light. As we walked, we argued about reality: I asked her what was ahead of us down south, and she immediately answered, the kingdom of Elean. And then I said, are you sure? For all we know, Elean might not exist. It might never have existed. All I can see are those mountains to the south, the Elean Ridge. Everything else is speculation.
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