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You soon find yourself before a familiar flowing river. It stretches wide across the banks, high above its bed. It seems to be a little out
of control tonight the water running close to your feet like hands trying to drag you under. Which is quite
weird
. A shrill yet uniquely
nice whistle echoes from further down the river bank to the east, sending uncontrollable shivers down your spine. The sound is
almost as addictive as sugar. You head whips around, eager to perhaps see the source but it is too dark to see anything aside from
the comforting branches of the towering willows. While searching in earnest for the source of the eerie whistle, your gaze falls upon a
set of footprints urgently leading to the west. Could that be the kids? What do you follow?
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