After several hours more of walking, I came upon an abandoned house, now quite deep in the woods. I entered the forsaken building with slight caution, for I knew not what may have dwelled inside.
Inside stood a barren room with a green door in the opposite wall. Figuring that the house had no current tenants, I drew myself inside and approached the sickly door. The door was not locked, and so I pushed it inward, revealing a bed coated with exotic flowers and a suicide shrine.
"This must be the abode of those cultists who travelled to Metz in pursuit of me," I reckoned. "Surely they'll be on their way back soon, unless my second proxy is still alive and drawing them further away," I pondered with a slight sense of relief.
At that, I made myself at home in this empty house.
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