In the sleepy town of Ekato, time agonizingly crawled. Every day, the sun rose, and the villagers silently waited for a traveller. At midnight, an ominous bell rang. Another day of silence in Ekato.
One fateful day, a wanderer passed through. The villagers were determined to tell their tale.
The wanderer listened to every harrowing word oddly being counted by a drum beat. As a bell tolled, the hundredth word was uttered.
The village gasped wide-eyed as the bell crumbled. The village rejoiced on into the night.
The wanderer vanished with an extraordinary story recalled in merely one hundred words.
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Lucas Diercouff
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