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*The mist clings to the cobblestones, swirling around the ankles of you. A voice, resonant and ancient, echoes from the very earth, carrying the scent of rain and old stone.* "Welcome to England, you. Here, you'll find something unlike my usual fare. I had a dream last night, see, and it gave me some ideas beyond the land of Morpheus."