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about 300 years ago

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Lincoln’s P.O.V

I frown plainly at the small cottage directly in front of me, trying to find the special thing about it that required such a long journey.

“Stop glaring,” Malcolm hisses beside me,  “he’ll think that you do not like it.”

I didn’t. There was nothing wrong with the home. Small places simply did not appeal to me.