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You arrive in Elder Hollow under the weight of an overcast sky, the chill of early autumn clinging to the folds of your coat. The narrow road that led you here vanishes behind as the village reveals itself, quaint cottages and ivy-clad walls whispering of an England long forgotten. As an outsider from London, your arrival is met with curious, if not wary, glances from the locals who linger by the road, their eyes shadowed beneath the brim of worn hats. You sense their scrutiny like the touch of cold fingers down your spine. This place, with its thatched roofs and silent, watchful inhabitants, clings fiercely to its old ways, and as the village elder approaches with a guarded smile, you can’t help but wonder what secrets are sown into the fertile soil of Elder Hollow.

>Choose backstory:
>Thomas Harrow, a 30-year-old horror novelist seeking solitude and inspiration in Elder Hollow after the tragic death of his wife.
>Jamie Carter, a 15-year-old boy whose family has relocated to Elder Hollow in search of a simpler life away from the city's bustle.
>Daniel and Elizabeth Greene, both 25, newlyweds eager to plant their roots in the rustic grounds of Elder Hollow, far from their urban pasts.
>Ethan Frye, a 50-year-old priest sent to Elder Hollow to reestablish a long-dormant parish in a rural community that holds deeply pagan traditions.
>Henry Mallory, a 45-year-old retired police detective, relocates to Elder Hollow seeking a quiet retirement after a disturbing case.
>Write In
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>>6007591
>>Daniel and Elizabeth Greene, both 25, newlyweds eager to plant their roots in the rustic grounds of Elder Hollow, far from their urban pasts.
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>>6007591
>Jamie Carter, a 15-year-old boy whose family has relocated to Elder Hollow in search of a simpler life away from the city's bustle.
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>>6007591
>Ethan Frye
Although the Greenes could be interesting as well.
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>>6007591
>Daniel and Elizabeth Greene, both 25, newlyweds eager to plant their roots in the rustic grounds of Elder Hollow, far from their urban pasts.
Newlyweds are always fun characters for a horror story
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>>6007591
>Daniel and Elizabeth Greene, both 25, newlyweds eager to plant their roots in the rustic grounds of Elder Hollow, far from their urban pasts.
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You are Daniel Greene, alongside your wife Elizabeth, both 25, newlyweds eager to plant your roots in the rustic grounds of Elder Hollow, far from your urban pasts. As you and Elizabeth step out of the car, the village elder approaches, his arms laden with a basket brimming with glossy red apples. "Welcome to Elder Hollow," he says, his voice as rich and earthy as the soil beneath your feet. "Here, we hold fast to the old ways," he continues, offering you an apple with a smile that seems to carry a hint of sly amusement. Elizabeth takes one, her smile bright against the gray backdrop of the village. "It's so beautiful here," she comments, her voice laced with genuine admiration as she looks around at the quaint cottages and overgrown hedgerows. You nod in agreement, accepting an apple, feeling its cool weight in your hand. "Yes, it's exactly what we needed," you add, trying to mirror her enthusiasm, yet a subtle chill brushes your spine, whispering of secrets hidden within these traditions, secrets as old as the village itself.

>Choose origin:
>Combining several years of saving, you and Elizabeth have finally managed to purchase a quaint cottage in Elder Hollow.
>The cottage came to you through inheritance from your maternal grandfather, a mysterious man whom you never met and whom your mother always avoided discussing.
>The cottage is an inheritance from your estranged father, a horror novelist who retreated to this village after your mother passed away, leaving you to grow up with your aunt and uncle.
>Elizabeth inherited the cottage from a dearly departed aunt who, in her last letter, urged her to sell it; however, Elizabeth chose to preserve the memories instead.
>You won the cottage unexpectedly in a raffle at a charity event, a completely unexpected twist of luck that brought you here.
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>>6007681
>>Elizabeth inherited the cottage from a dearly departed aunt who, in her last letter, urged her to sell it; however, Elizabeth chose to preserve the memories instead.
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>>6007681
>The cottage came to you through inheritance from your maternal grandfather, a mysterious man whom you never met and whom your mother always avoided discussing.
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>>6007681
>The cottage is an inheritance from your estranged father, a horror novelist who retreated to this village after your mother passed away, leaving you to grow up with your aunt and uncle.
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>>6007681
Won the cottage in a raffle!

It's perfect, almost... too perfect...
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>>6007681
>>Elizabeth inherited the cottage from a dearly departed aunt who, in her last letter, urged her to sell it; however, Elizabeth chose to preserve the memories instead.
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>>6007681
>Elizabeth inherited the cottage from a dearly departed aunt who, in her last letter, urged her to sell it; however, Elizabeth chose to preserve the memories instead.
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>>6007681
>>Elizabeth inherited the cottage from a dearly departed aunt who, in her last letter, urged her to sell it; however, Elizabeth chose to preserve the memories instead.
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>>6007691
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Elizabeth inherited the cottage from a dearly departed aunt who, in her last letter, urged her to sell it; however, Elizabeth chose to preserve the memories instead. As she turns the key in the ancient, groaning lock, the door creaks open, exposing the shadow-filled interior of your new home. A shiver of unease creeps up your spine, the prickling sensation of unseen watchers lurking in the dim corners. Masking your apprehension, you muster a smile and echo Elizabeth's bright tone, "This looks fantastic." Your voice almost convinces you, despite the whispering chill that tells a different story. "This will be a much better life than what we had in London," Elizabeth declares, her voice echoing slightly as you both wander through your new home. "The scenery is gorgeous, the food is fresh, and everyone seems so friendly." You nod in agreement, "Yes, you're right." As she peers out towards the lush garden, a hint of doubt shadows her features. "I just can't fathom why Aunt Norah wanted us to sell such a beautiful place." While exploring the house, you stumble upon a curious item.

>Choose item:
>A statue of a horned pagan deity, its gaze unsettling.
>Pagan runes and cryptic symbols etched into the frames of doors and windows.
>A disturbing book dedicated to demon worship and the rites of human sacrifice.
>Photographs of a group of robed, pregnant women, among them a youthful Aunt Norah, all standing in a mysterious circle.
>A series of old, handwritten notes describing strange and unsettling ceremonies.
>A bookshelf that contains ancient, leather-bound diaries detailing eerie local legends.
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>>6008805
>>Photographs of a group of robed, pregnant women, among them a youthful Aunt Norah, all standing in a mysterious circle.
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>>6008805
>A bookshelf that contains ancient, leather-bound diaries detailing eerie local legends.
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>>6008805
>>A series of old, handwritten notes describing strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6008805
>>A series of old, handwritten notes describing strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6008805
>Photographs of a group of robed, pregnant women, among them a youthful Aunt Norah, all standing in a mysterious circle.
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>>6008805
>Pagan runes and cryptic symbols etched into the frames of doors and windows.
Blessed.
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>>6008805
>A series of old, handwritten notes describing strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6008805
Digging this qst, but this sub-genre of horror movies is so ridiculous. Some yid film producer trying to sell us the idea that a quaint little village amongst your own kind is somehow a negative thing, while mobs of mongrels run amok in the city streets.
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>>6009148
You've never been to the countryside I see. I'd rather live in a modern city with immigrants over a village with redneck white trash anyday
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>>6009224
You're absolutely delusional. Hillbillies do nothing but drink & complain, even the worst impoverished White areas just deal with drugs & petty theft, as opposed to urban concrete hells where there's constant robberies, rapes, & murder. Try actually living outside of the city & the suburbs. "Oh no they have beards & they look at me funny"
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>>6009148
>>6009224
Both of you, shut the fuck up.
>>6008805
>>A series of old, handwritten notes describing strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6008805
>A bookshelf that contains ancient, leather-bound diaries detailing eerie local legends.
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>>6008805
I change >>6009023 to >>6009386
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>>6008805
>>Photographs of a group of robed, pregnant women, among them a youthful Aunt Norah, all standing in a mysterious circle.
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As you rearrange the living room, your hand brushes against a loose floorboard. Curiosity piqued, you pry it open, revealing a series of old, handwritten notes. The dim light flickers as you read aloud, "Fertility rites, human sacrifice, the dying god, the scapegoat, harvest lord, corn maiden, robin redbreast, Herne the hunter, sacrificial lamb... fertility cults centered around the periodic sacrifice of a sacred king with the seasons." The words send a chill through you. The notes describe archaic pagan practices, strange and unsettling ceremonies, relics of a bygone era, you think. After all, it's 1973—such ancient superstitions should be long extinct. Yet here they are, documented and preserved under your very feet, whispering of a tradition unnervingly close.

>Choose action:
>Share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies.
>Hide the notes in a safer place, planning to investigate further when you have more time.
>Burn the notes to erase any trace of the dark secrets they contain.
>Take the notes to a local historian or elder for insights into their origins and meaning.
>Photograph the notes and mail them to an expert in folklore for an anonymous consultation.
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>>6009763
>Share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6009763
>photograph ... for an anonymous consultation
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>>6009763
>>Share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6009763

>Photograph the notes and mail them to an expert in folklore for an anonymous consultation.
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>>6009763
>>Share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6009763
1.
>Share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies.

2.
>Photograph the notes and mail them to an expert in folklore for an anonymous consultation.
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>>6009763
>>Share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies.
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>>6009763
>Take the notes to a local historian or elder for insights into their origins and meaning.
They're not going to be happy about us taking this to them
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You decide to share the unsettling findings with your wife, seeking her perspective on the strange and unsettling ceremonies. "These are fascinating, aren't they?" she remarks, her voice filled with a dreamy intrigue as she pores over the pages. "This is the real England—before the Christians came and buried our true history, our true faith, the traditions of our ancestors. That's why I couldn't bring myself to sell the cottage; it's connected to memories like these." Her reaction leaves you slightly taken aback. In London, Elizabeth had always acted like a modern Englishwoman. Yet here, in the village of her ancestors, she seems transformed, almost a stranger. You can't help but wonder how well you really know the woman you married.

>Choose action:
>Express agreement, acknowledging the fascinating nature of her ancestors' ceremonies.
>Voice your disagreement, citing the unchristian nature of such pagan ceremonies.
>Assert that ceremonies like these are rural superstitions and have no place in modern England.
>Propose discussing these findings with a local historian to gain a deeper understanding of their significance.
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>>6010686
>Propose discussing these findings with a local historian to gain a deeper understanding of their significance.
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>>6010686
Based

>Redditor option (..."modern england")
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>>6010686
>Propose discussing these findings with a local historian to gain a deeper understanding of their significance.
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>>6010686

>Voice your disagreement, citing the unchristian nature of such pagan ceremonies.
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>>6010686
>>Propose discussing these findings with a local historian to gain a deeper understanding of their significance.
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>>6010686
>Express agreement, acknowledging the fascinating nature of her ancestors' ceremonies.
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You find yourself unable to share Elizabeth's enthusiasm for the ancient traditions of pre-Christian England. However, your desire to understand her passions prompts a suggestion. "Perhaps a local historian could shed some light on what all this really means," you suggest softly, hoping to bridge your perspectives. Elizabeth's eyes light up. "That sounds wonderful!" she exclaims. In Elder Hollow, there aren't historians in the traditional sense, but there are venerable elders steeped in village lore. You're directed to a man known as Mister Fisher, reputed to be an authority on the village's old ways. He welcomes you and Elizabeth into his home, serving tea with a genteel air. As you all settle, he leans forward, his eyes twinkling with curiosity, and asks, "What is it you wish to know about, Mister Greene?" His presence is scholarly yet somehow eerie, as if he himself is a living piece of the village's mysteries.

>Choose action:
>You inquire about the rituals involving the dying god, the scapegoat, the sacrificial lamb, and the robin redbreast.
>You question the significance and details of the ceremonies surrounding the corn maiden and the may queen.
>You seek information on the ancient rites dedicated to Herne the Hunter.
>You delve into the practices of the pagan fertility cults and their influence on the village.
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>>6011055
>You delve into the practices of the pagan fertility cults and their influence on the village.
Let's not jump into the deep end.
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>>6011055
>>You delve into the practices of the pagan fertility cults and their influence on the village.
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>>6011055

>You seek information on the ancient rites dedicated to Herne the Hunter.
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>>6011055
>>You delve into the practices of the pagan fertility cults and their influence on the village.
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>>6011055
>>You question the significance and details of the ceremonies surrounding the corn maiden and the may queen.
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You delve into the practices of the pagan fertility cults and their lingering influence on Elder Hollow, posing a question to Mister Fisher. "Could you tell us about the ancient fertility rites once practiced here?" Mister Fisher pauses, his expression turning contemplative. "Fertility rites were ceremonies to ensure the earth's bounty. They're among the earliest religious rituals, designed to promote reproduction in nature through ritual mating and animal sacrifices. Such practices were common worldwide—from England to Greece to Phoenicia. However, with the coming of Christianity, these ceremonies ceased." You then show him the notes you found hidden in your cottage. "We discovered these notes under our floorboards. They describe ceremonies where a harvest maiden is chosen to mate with, and be impregnated by, the lord of the harvest," you explain. Fisher pauses again, scrutinizing the note closely with a hint of displeasure. After a moment, he offers a smile, though it seems somewhat strained. "Ah, these are Norah's notes, I presume? She was a dear friend and quite the scholar, though prone to a vivid imagination. Such pagan rituals have not been practiced here for centuries." Elizabeth's face falls slightly, disappointment flickering in her eyes. "Is that so?" she asks softly. "This is 1973, Mrs. Greene," Mister Fisher replies with a shrug. "There's no place for pagan fertility rites involving women being ritually impregnated by men embodying ancient gods." You recall something the elder mentioned earlier and challenge his assertion. "But the elder mentioned that the old ways are still followed here in Elder Hollow." Mister Fisher nods, his demeanor softening. "True, certain traditions persist," he admits. "Each year, a girl is symbolically chosen as the corn maiden and 'married' to a man portraying the harvest lord—this represents the union of Mother Nature and the old gods. But let me assure you, Mr. Greene, it's purely symbolic. There's no actual ritual mating or human sacrifice involved. After all, we are all good Christians now, aren't we?" His words hang in the air, a mix of reassurance and an underlying note of something unspoken.

>Choose action:
>Indeed, England is a Christian country now, liberated from pagan superstitions.
>Personally, I've never been particularly religious.
>Could you tell us when the next ceremony is scheduled?
>Have the roles of the harvest lord and corn maiden been assigned for this year yet?
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>>6011710
>Could you tell us when the next ceremony is scheduled?
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>>6011710
>>Have the roles of the harvest lord and corn maiden been assigned for this year yet?
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>>6011710
>>Personally, I've never been particularly religious.
Tip the fedora hard
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>>6011710
>Indeed, England is a Christian country now, liberated from pagan superstitions.
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>>6011710
>>Personally, I've never been particularly religious.
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>>6011710
>Write In
>I've never been very satisfied with modern religion. I was raised by an atheist and a catholic, and I was never really convinced either way. I do admit there is something appealing about these old rituals and practices, but I don't put much stock in old gods and whatnot.
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>>6012071
+1
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"Personally, I've never been particularly religious," you admit openly. Fisher responds with a knowing smile, tinged with a hint of disdain. "Many aren't these days," he concedes, "Christianity is a dying religion. I imagine there will be even fewer followers in fifty years. But then, it's quite a young faith on these shores, only two millennia old. Over time, the Christian Church will fade, though perhaps it never truly belonged on these isles. And when it finally dies..." As he speaks, Fisher lightly caresses the notes in a manner almost reverent. Then, catching himself, he offers a wry smile. "Ah, forgive me, I got lost in my thoughts for a moment there."

>Choose response:
>Thank you for your time.
>Could you tell us when the next ceremony is scheduled?
>Have the roles of the harvest lord and corn maiden been assigned for this year yet?
>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
>Write In
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>>6012125
>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
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>>6012125
>>Have the roles of the harvest lord and corn maiden been assigned for this year yet?
Wouldn't i look cool as a harvest lord honey?
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>>6012453
+1, fuckit, we're here to get into some cult shit, let's dive in

Captcha: MADW
Oh yeah, this is going to workout well
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>>6012125
>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
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>>6012125
>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
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>>6012125
>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
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>>6012125
>Have the roles of the harvest lord and corn maiden been assigned for this year yet?
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>>6012125
>>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
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>>6012125
>Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?
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"Is there a way we can observe one of these ceremonies?" you inquire, driven by a mix of curiosity and a desire to understand. "Certainly, Mr. Greene," Fisher responds with a cordial nod, "you and your wife are now a part of Elder Hollow. You'll have your place in the upcoming harvest festivals." His smile is warm, yet there's a glint of sly amusement in his eyes—a look reminiscent of the elder's expression when he greeted you with a basket of red apples. Perhaps it's just your imagination running wild. After all, you're a modern Londoner, still adjusting to this quaint rural life. Maybe your nerves are painting shadows where none exist. As the days meld into a week, you and Elizabeth gradually settle into your new life in Elder Hollow, though Elizabeth seems to adapt faster than you, drawn into the women's circle with her keen interest in her ancestral traditions. Feeling somewhat alienated, you allow her the space she seeks. One afternoon, as you stroll through the village, your attention is caught by a group of young girls dressed in white, their heads adorned with floral crowns. You ponder if they are preparing for the harvest festival. Among them, a blonde-haired girl catches your eye as she stares back at you, her gaze piercing yet enigmatic.

>Choose action:
>Simply nod in acknowledgment and continue on your way.
>Offer a friendly wave and ask if she is the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony.
>Decide against engaging, reminding yourself that you are a married man and it's inappropriate to interact with young girls.
>Make a mental note to discuss what you saw with Elizabeth later, considering her growing involvement in the women's circle.
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>>6013221
>Offer a friendly wave and ask if she is the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony.
Village life is predicated on polite conversation. Adapt or perish.
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>>6013221
>Offer a friendly wave and ask if she is the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony.
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>>6013221
>>Make a mental note to discuss what you saw with Elizabeth later, considering her growing involvement in the women's circle.
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>>6013221
>Friendly wave...
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>>6013221
>Offer a friendly wave and ask if she is the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony.
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>>6013221
>>Offer a friendly wave and ask if she is the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony.
Hello you. Fancy a tea and a biscuit?
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>>6013221
>>Offer a friendly wave and ask if she is the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony.
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In London, it would be considered quiet improper to randomly approach teenage girls you've never met. But Elder Hollow operates under different social norms, where village life is predicated on polite conversation. "Hello there," you call out, offering the blonde girl a friendly wave. "Are you the harvest maiden for this year's ceremony?" "I might be chosen," she responds, her gaze sharp yet mysterious. "You're Mr. Greene from London, aren't you?" "Yes, that's right. And your name?" you ask, maintaining the cordial tone expected here. "Rosalind," she answers simply. As she speaks, you notice two things: Rosalind is strikingly beautiful, and the other girls seem to defer to her, almost as if she were a queen among her attendants. "Would you care for some tea and a biscuit?" the words slip out almost instinctively, guided by the customary hospitality of your new home. "I would be delighted," Rosalind accepts with a nod, but her eyes glint with a curious mix of amusement and secrecy, as if privy to a private joke you're not in on. Meanwhile, the murmurs of the other girls float in the air, adding to the mystery. Elizabeth is out, likely absorbed in her meeting with the women's circle, when you invite Rosalind inside. "You don't have any children, do you?" Rosalind asks, her curiosity as poised as her sip of tea. "No," you shake your head, "My wife and I are only twenty-five. We think it's too early to start thinking about kids." "I see," Rosalind smiles, that same sly amusement dancing in her eyes again, as if she knows something you don't. "Do you like it here in Elder Hollow, Mr. Greene? Or do you find yourself missing London?"

>Choose response:
>To be honest, I'm finding the rural lifestyle a bit dull compared to the city.
>I feel somewhat isolated; my wife has integrated into the village much better than I have.
>It's a big adjustment, but there's something charming about the peace here
>I must say, I'm really enjoying our conversation—it's quite refreshing.
>Write In
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>>6014417
>>I feel somewhat isolated; my wife has integrated into the village much better than I have.
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>>6014417
>It's a big adjustment, but there's something charming about the peace here
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>>6014417
>>It's a big adjustment, but there's something charming about the peace here
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>>6014417
>It's a big adjustment, but there's something charming about the peace here
Just a bit lonely but then i lie back and think of england
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>>6014417
>I feel somewhat isolated; my wife has integrated into the village much better than I have.
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>>6014417

>I feel somewhat isolated; my wife has integrated into the village much better than I have.
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>>6014417
>It's a big adjustment, but there's something charming about the peace here
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"It's a big adjustment, but there's something quite charming about the peace here," you respond. Elizabeth has integrated into the village much better than you, leaving you feeling somewhat isolated, like an outsider deliberately shielded from the full picture. Perhaps, though, that's just your mind struggling to adapt to this tranquil, rural existence. "Rural life may not be as exciting as London, but it's not devoid of excitement," Rosalind says, as if reading your mind, her smile tinged with mischief. "Perhaps I'll show you some of our more fun activities sometime, Mr. Greene." You return her smile, somewhat bemused but eager to fit in, "I'd love that." Rosalind departs before Elizabeth returns from her meeting with the women's circle. Elizabeth seems content, humming a folk tune about a cuckoo bird, yet she divulges little about her time with the village women. "We just discussed the upcoming harvest festival, nothing important," she shrugs of your question when you inquire over dinner. That night, you again retire without any physical intimacy, as Elizabeth complains of a headache. Since her involvement in the meetings, she's become noticeably more distant physically. You're frustrated but remain silent, drifting off into sleep. That night, your dreams are unsettling and vivid.

>Choose the dream:
>Elizabeth and other village women worshiping a strange statue of a horned pagan deity.
>Elizabeth is passionately making love to a goat-headed man, encircled by observing village women.
>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth.
>You see yourself in an England long past, before the coming of Christ, caught in a ritualistic procession led by villagers in masks and robes, chanting in an unknown tongue.
>Write In
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>>6016174
>>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth.
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>>6016174
>You dream of a Manchester FC match drinking endless beer surrounded by the village women yelling soccer chants and beating a drum.
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>>6016174
>You see yourself in an England long past, before the coming of Christ, caught in a ritualistic procession led by villagers in masks and robes, chanting in an unknown tongue.
I mean I get it but the weird sex stuff is always... eugh. Kudos OP for understanding how to handle rural horror.
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>>6016174
>>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth.
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>>6016174
>Elizabeth is passionately making love to a goat-headed man, encircled by observing village women.
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>>6016174
>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth.
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>>6016199
>>6016463
Trying to samefag or just voting for a serious option anon?
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>>6016471
serious
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>>6016174
>You see yourself in an England long past, before the coming of Christ, caught in a ritualistic procession led by villagers in masks and robes, chanting in an unknown tongue.
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>>6016174
>>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth.
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>>6016174
>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth.
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>>6016174
>Elizabeth and other village women worshiping a strange statue of a horned pagan deity.
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>>6016174

>You and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the scrutinizing gaze of the village women, including Elizabeth
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Your dream is disturbingly vivid and lifelike. You see yourself and and Rosalind making love in a green field, under the watchful eyes of the village women, including Elizabeth. They wear white ceremonial robes and chant in a tongue you don't recognize, echoing rituals from an England long past, before the coming of Christ. "May the Lord sow. Blessed be the seed. May his seed take root in our fertile fields." The chant becomes clear to you, with Elizabeth's voice particularly resonant, reverberating in your mind. You are overcome by an intense passion, a primal energy that feels almost otherworldly. You and Rosalind unite with the ferocity of wild creatures, her moans mingling with the rhythmic chants. It feels as though you're possessed by something ancient and powerful. Something more than human. This encounter is the most intense you've ever experienced, and you succumb fully to your desires. You awaken, your body coated in sweat, the realization of your release in sleep flooding you with guilt. While it's true that intimacy with Elizabeth has been scarce lately, you chide yourself for such vivid sexual fantasies about Rosalind, a village girl you've only just met.

>Choose action:
>You resolve to discuss with your wife the possibility of moving back to London in the morning.
>You choose to keep the dream to yourself, attempting to adjust to village life while suppressing your secret physical desires.
>You plan a trip to London to see friends, thinking a break from Elder Hollow could be refreshing.
>You determine to delve deeper into the customs of Elder Hollow, believing that understanding these ceremonies might ease your troubled thoughts.
>Write In
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>>6017511
>>You determine to delve deeper into the customs of Elder Hollow, believing that understanding these ceremonies might ease your troubled thoughts.
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>Trip to London
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>>6017511
>Write In
Share our dreams and the conversation we had with Rosalind with Elizabeth, express concern and sexual frustration.

Private matters should be dealt with privately, but you hide nothing in a good relationship.
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>>6017511
>>You resolve to discuss with your wife the possibility of moving back to London in the morning.
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>>6017511
>You choose to keep the dream to yourself, attempting to adjust to village life while suppressing your secret physical desires.
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>>6017511
>>You determine to delve deeper into the customs of Elder Hollow, believing that understanding these ceremonies might ease your troubled thoughts.
Ambattakum
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>>6017511
>You resolve to discuss with your wife the possibility of moving back to London in the morning
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>>6017511
>>You determine to delve deeper into the customs of Elder Hollow, believing that understanding these ceremonies might ease your troubled thoughts
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There's something profoundly unsettling about this village. Elizabeth has changed since you moved here, and frankly, so have you. Each day deepens your suspicion that Elder Hollow harbors a dark secret, one that everyone seems privy to except you. You are determined to delve deeper into the customs of Elder Hollow, believing that understanding these ceremonies might ease your troubled thoughts. You decide to revisit the notes left by Elizabeth's aunt, but to your dismay, you find pages missing. Who could have taken them? Your mind races—Fisher's displeased expression when he first saw the notes, Rosalind, the beautiful village girl whom you had invited into your house, and finally, Elizabeth, your wife, who now seems as much a part of Elder Hollow as its gnarled oaks. "Calm down," you whisper to yourself, trying to quell the rising tide of paranoia. Perhaps the pages simply fell out and will turn up later. Fisher, despite his initial reaction, has been nothing but cordial. And Rosalind—guilt washes over you as you recall the wet dream you had about the blonde teenage girl. It would be unfair and shameful to cast suspicions her way. And Elizabeth, it's preposterous to even think she could be part of any conspiracy against you. She's still the modern English woman you married, albeit with a newfound fascination for Elder Hollow's pagan past. You chuckle at the absurdity of your suspicions, though unease lingers. remains. You know you must delve deeper into the rituals of Elder Hollow, convinced that understanding them will dispel your fears. But where to begin?

>Choose action:
>You resolve to have another conversation with Fisher, ensuring it's just the two of you this time.
>You choose to speak with Rosalind again, as she has been nothing but friendly and helpful.
>You plan to visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.
>You decide to talk to a blind old man who, along with his wife, moved to Elder Hollow long before you arrived.
>You plan to discreetly observe the next village gathering to watch for any unusual behaviors or rituals.
>Write In
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>>6021817
>You resolve to have another conversation with Fisher, ensuring it's just the two of you this time.
>You choose to speak with Rosalind again, as she has been nothing but friendly and helpful.
>You plan to visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.

Ask these 2 for leads or books, maybe go to the library with rosalind. Express full interest in connecting with Elder Hollow
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>>6021817
>1st Blind Old Man
>2nd Rosalind
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>>6021817
>>You resolve to have another conversation with Fisher, ensuring it's just the two of you this time.
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>Write In
You decide to make a blood sacrifice to your beloved queen Mazela, that'll make sure to keep the scary pagan gods out
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>>6021817
>You choose to speak with Rosalind again, as she has been nothing but friendly and helpful.
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>>6021817
>You plan to visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.
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>>6022075
How many times do we have to tell you to kill yourself
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>>6022173
You'll be saying that for a really long time. I kinda feel sorry for you to be honest
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>>6021817
>You decide to talk to a blind old man who, along with his wife, moved to Elder Hollow long before you arrived.
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>>6022182
If you’re obsessed why dont you remake the mazela quest instead of polluting all the other quests?
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>>6021817
>>You decide to talk to a blind old man who, along with his wife, moved to Elder Hollow long before you arrived.
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>>6021817
>You plan to visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.
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>>6021817
>You decide to talk to a blind old man who, along with his wife, moved to Elder Hollow long before you arrived.
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Elder Hollow feels like a remnant of an older England, untouched by the modernization sweeping across the country. Here, unlike London, the faces of foreign immigrants are absent. Few leave this place, and even fewer arrive. As the sole true 'outsider,' you sense your presence is an anomaly. Elizabeth, despite being born elsewhere, is tethered here by blood through her late aunt. Perhaps this lineage grants her acceptance that you, a stranger without connections, are denied. Curious about whether there are other outsiders like you, you inquire about recent arrivals to the village. The answer is consistently negative; Elder Hollow is not a place that attracts new residents in these modern times. However, you do hear of an old couple who moved here decades ago—the woman returning to her ancestral roots, while her husband, like you, came as an outsider. Deciding to visit them, you arrive at their modest home, tucked away on the edge of the village. The woman is warm and inviting, a contrast to her husband who is blind, infirm, and mostly silent. "Welcome to the village, dear. I've met your wife, Elizabeth. Such a nice girl," she says with a smile, bustling off to fetch tea and biscuits. In her absence, her husband's voice, hoarse and low, cuts through the silence unexpectedly. "Leave," he murmurs, his tone urgent yet weak. His blunt warning startles you; it's the first outright hostility you've encountered in Elder Hollow. Until now, the villagers have been merely evasive about their customs, never openly unfriendly or commanding you to leave. You mutter an apology when the wife returns with the refreshments, excusing yourself and departing the house as swiftly as you can.

>Choose action:
>You visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.
>You choose to speak with Rosalind again, as she has been nothing but friendly and helpful.
>You decide to leave the village.
>Write In
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>>6023994
Damn, bro is trying to save us I bet.
>Rosalind
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>>6023994
>You visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.
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>>6023994
>You decide to leave the village.
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>>6023994
>You decide to leave the village.
I want to see what happens if this wins. Probably something supernatural is going to block us.
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>>6024069
Changing this^ to
>>6024144
+1 this, I agree it could be neat
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>You decide to leave the village.
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>>You decide to leave the village.
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>You decide to leave the village.
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>>6023994
>>You visit the village library in search of books and old newspapers that might shed light on the origins of these ceremonies.
>>You choose to speak with Rosalind again, as she has been nothing but friendly and helpful.
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When you left your cramped claustrophobic London apartment for the sprawling greens of Elder Hollow, you anticipated a breath of fresh air, a sense of freedom. However, you now find yourself feeling suffocated, like an animal caught in an invisible snare. While no villager, apart from the blind old man, has shown overt hostility, or even rudeness, there's something strange about their smiles—veiling secrets that fill you with dread. At night, your sleep alternates between dreams and nightmares. In these nightmares, you witness grotesque creatures with horns, elongated limbs, and distorted faces performing bizarre dances in lush fields under the moon's glow. Then there are dreams where you find yourself in passionate embraces with a girl you hardly know, each dream or nightmare leaving you awash in sweat, burdened by either guilt or terror. These are emotions you cannot share with Elizabeth, who day by day seems more like a stranger, especially as the date of the ceremony draws nearer. Compelled by a growing desperation, you decide you must escape Elder Hollow, if only briefly to clear your mind. But when you attempt to leave the village, heading to your car on a cold morning, you discover that the engine fails to start. No matter how many times you turn the key or check the connections, the car stubbornly refuses to cooperate. The realization that you are trapped here, unable to leave this village, heightens your unease, feeding a growing sense of paranoia.

>Choose action:
>You hire a local mechanic to examine the car.
>You opt to catch the next weekly bus out of the village.
>You resolve to leave the village on foot.
>You ask a villager if you can borrow their bicycle or hitch a ride.
>Write In
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>>6025741
>You hire a local mechanic to examine the car.
>You resolve to leave the village on foot.

Get the car fixed and while you wait, go take a very long walk. Its only right that if you leave your wife behind at the village that you at least fix up the car for her
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>>6025741
>Borrow a book from the library on automotive repair & then fix it yourself
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>>6025741
>>You opt to catch the next weekly bus out of the village
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>>6025808
+1, England is dense, should get to another village before night.
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>>6025808
Support
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>You resolve to leave the village on foot.
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>>6025741
>You ask a villager if you can borrow their bicycle or hitch a ride.
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You hire a local mechanic to examine the car. "Some parts will need to be changed, Mister Greene," the old mechanic says, barely glancing at the engine. "It was perfectly fine when we arrived at the village," you reply, frowning. "Oh, you know how cars are always breaking down," he chuckles, "We should have stuck with horses like in the old days, my ma always used to say." You sigh, feeling a surge of irritation. "How long will it take to fix?" The old mechanic rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, about a week or two for me to get the parts brought over." "A week?" you exclaim, incredulous. He nods, "Aye, at the earliest. You know, everyone will be busy with the ceremony, so no one's leaving the village this week." The mention of the ceremony sends a chill through you. It seems the mechanic has let something slip—something he shouldn't have. He quickly excuses himself, leaving you standing by the car with a growing sense of urgency. The need to leave the village intensifies within you. If the car won't be ready, you resolve to leave the village on foot.

>Choose action:
>You inform your wife about your plans to leave the village.
>You decide not to tell your wife about your departure.
>You attempt to persuade your wife to leave the village with you.
>You choose to secretly observe your wife at the women's circle meeting before leaving.
>Write In
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>>6027707
>You choose to secretly observe your wife at the women's circle meeting before leaving.
Best to leave under cover of night anyhow.
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>>6027742
+1, most interesting option
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>>6027707
>You choose to secretly observe your wife at the women's circle meeting before leaving.
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>>6027707
>>You choose to secretly observe your wife at the women's circle meeting before leaving.
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We're getting close to the source of our... Pagan Fears (the past is a lie)

Captcha: X0GR
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>>6027707
>You choose to secretly observe your wife at the women's circle meeting before leaving.
Ask to get the car fixed anyways. Lets get ready for lots of cardio, stretch well and get limber
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>>6027707
>You choose to secretly observe your wife at the women's circle meeting before leaving.
I guess they're filming for their OFs, let's go, it'll probably be hot



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