You wake in a circle of speaking stones, in a strange sunless land filled with ruins and monsters. You remember going to sleep, back in your world, on a hill near the cresting lights. Some called it a faerie hill, and warned of kidnapping and dancing and taken to the land of the good folk, the grey folk, the faeries.
But there are no fair folk here, it is empty and lonely and littered with hollow bones. You have only one thought: to return back home. But how? How. The experience is beautiful an...
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