by Brad Beals
A man set out on a long journey. He walked alone and was often cold, often hungry. Sometimes he was both.
One night, he saw in the distance a warm, golden light shining into the darkness, shining from the windows of a small cottage on a hill. The man walked a winding path to the house where he knocked on the door, took a step back, and held his hat in his hands...
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