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The waiting cabin

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The waiting cabin

We saw the cabin near the end of the lake as the sun was going down. It stood alone between the water and the mountains, quiet and dark. There was no road to it, and no sign of people, but one small window reflected the last light of the day. The countryside behind us felt far away, and the lake was so calm it looked like glass.

We walked slowly along the lake shore, feeling watched but not afraid. The air was cold and still. When night came, we stopped and made a small fire. Across the lake, a weak light appeared inside the cabin for a moment, then disappeared. No sound followed. We stayed awake longer than planned, listening to the water and the wind.

In the morning, the lake was lower, and stones appeared near the shore, placed in strange lines that pointed toward the cabin. Its door was now open. We didn’t know who had been there, or why the cabin seemed to call us closer. Some adventures don’t move fast or loud—they wait quietly, until you choose to step forward.

The door is open. Shall we?

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