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Post by Rastul on Sept 5, 2007 19:37:06 GMT -5
A small house just outside of the town Icicle Inn. It was once the home of a fortune telling witch who died peacefully in her sleep...at the age of one hundred and seventy five, if the tales she told the locals are to be believed. It is claimed she had three surviving children, though their whereabouts are unknown. The house is avoided by locals, who do not wish to upset the ghost of the witch. The interior smells surprisingly pleasant, like cookie dough.
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