The path wound out from his door, through the wooded hills, and towards the distant mountains. It led away from the safe, secluded life he’d always known and into the unknown.
Or so he imagined as he trudged the path from the cabin into the woods. Every day was the same: Food had to be grown or hunted, firewood needed splitting, and there were always chores to do around the cabin.. He daydreamed of adventure and excitement outside his little patch of forest.
Until one day, a group of tourists arrived, seeking solace from their stressful lives in the city.

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