| Left has always been my lucky direction, thought Fred. With firm resolve,
Fred headed towards the cave on his left.
A cold breeze blew from the cave. Fred continued on inside. As Fred walked farther down the entrance, the cave got darker and darker. ...rustle...rustle... Fred heard the faint sound of rustling. It was so dark that he couldn't see what it was. Quickly, he lit one of the torches he brought along with him. In the cave with him, Fred saw...
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