Ruby Fridays
The basket seemed to call out to us, begging to be opened, to reveal its dark secrets and horrors within.
With them on my back, I approach slowly, wary of any traps. Reaching out a trembling hand, I grasp the handle and lift the lid. Inside sits four string of fate, each thin cord coiled neatly within, its ends tucked and hidden beneath like a secret. This was indeed it — the Strings of our Fate.
Breathing with sighs of relief, grabbing the basket, we hurriedly making our way back to the gong where our starting point with no thick crimson grasses waits.
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