A Stuga On the Cusp of the Orust Riviera, tucked away next to a hobbit hole in the woods.
This should have been a perfect read for me - forest in a snow drenched midwinter but I couldn't find a story to relate to you. All was intangible and insignificant. Luckily, it was short and kept me to the end on a day when I was open to such a waste of time.
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