Bathed in the frigid water of the mountains, a large wooden wheel creaks and moans as it rotates, bringing the sawmill cutting machinery into life. Beneath a thick crust of sawdust, piles of carefully cut planks wait for the next horse carriage to bring them to the townsfolk down in the valley. The last one never came back though...

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