You take a deep breath. You can feel the weight of the cave walls closing in on you, almost fighting to stop your breath. Darkness lies ahead, pierced by the light of your lantern and the flash of the blade you were given by the wood cutter. Yet, you have this task, and before you find someone else it might already be too late. You press on against the shadows.

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So, tomorrow, after seven years and some change, I am finally moving out of my parent's home and out of my adoptive home state of Louisiana.

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