Now he had three choices. One was going north, following the muddy path, and likely toward his eventual death. Two was going south, following the muddy path, also death.
...What was that third choice again?
***Follow the misadventure of Euca, a young man who wanted nothing but an afternoon of cheese plate and tea. Lots of tea. Also going home. Maybe. If that annoying blue screen would let him.
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