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  1. Some ten years ago.

    Leaving was, this time, a bittersweet affair.

    The homely scent of smoke and years of nice, warm meals still hung tauntingly in the air, and with it, the wind of many of the same airs still coming from outside. The sounds and smells of all manner of nice things roasting, boiling, and being cut and ate. Made by those that still remained. Inside the hut, everything was unlit, lifeless, and it felt less real for it, like this was some strange, foreign place that his family had never ...