Upon my arrival in Caledon Brigadoon, I looked at the almost lavendar stones of the walkways and smiled. It'll be a while before I'm on an island, I thought. I looked out over the central valley, knowing that once a month a lovely little village appears and then disappears into the mist once more. I walked over one of the hills and landed in what I could best describe as "critter glen", as it was filled with deer, badgers and...snakes. I had best move on...
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Signs point to an appearance of the village later this week.
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