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The old wooden door creaked open, announcing our unwelcome arrival. The musty scent of age and solitude hit my nose as Dark and I stepped into the dimly lit cabin. Just then, a gruff voice, weathered by time and hardship, cut through the stale air.
"Dark, how many times do I have to tell you to knock before barging into a man's house?"
We saw an old man sitting in a worn-out chair, looking annoyed. He let out a big sigh and slowly got up, using a walking stick to help him. "Well, don't just stand there! Come in and shut the door. Were you raised in a barn or something?"
Suddenly, a loud whistle made me jump. It was coming from a kettle on the stove. The old man hobbled over to it, dragging his left leg. He kept muttering to himself, clearly not happy about
