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My father went there as a boy or
His aunt’s cousin stumbled inside when she was a teenager, ran away. Got more than she wanted
and even more mysterious sayings:
Her sister was seen wandering into it at twelve and never seen again.
Hhmph.
The unknown can be frightening, fun, magical. The mysterious can be scary. The frightening can be fun. Just ask the ghouls.
Ask anyone where the Blue Dragon Scribe Shoppe is, however, and you’ll get nothing but mumbles. A pace to the east and a leap to the west.
Oh, but then you’ll have to follow our Stream of Isadora, and she does deceive.
She’s not so bad. It’s the beasts you must worry about.
They sniff out the lost, the lonely, those seeking truth.
Stare you down into nothing but a puddle. Push your brain into horrible daymares until the blood will freeze.
But why would one go there?
Why not?
We all need the Blue Dragon. It’s been there since the War TIme.
Much longer.
We share the same books. We share the same history.
We don’t all share the same past.
Who was that?
And fast as silence, all talk ceases, doors close, windows shut, curtains drawn.
All disappear.
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