"Welcome to Nevermore, OR. Nature, Insight, Prudence." Your Greyhound bus rolls along the road that turns from asphalt to concrete and cobblestone. As the bus enters the forest the lights only reveal the berry-stained road ahead. The trees here are so thick you cannot see anything beyond the wall of trunks, though you could swear several pairs of red eyes shone beyond the growth. You are startled awake as the driver announces you are now entering Nevermore.

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