The inside of the shack looked very much like one would expect a dingy little building in the middle of a swamp might look. The air was stale and damp, the floorboards old and pitted. A single candle lit the dark, one-room cabin. A small bed made of vines and leaves sat in one corner and on it lay Jarek. On top of some blankets on the floor next to the bed was Basco. Both were fast asleep and seemed oddly peaceful, almost happy.
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