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In a certain small border town of the great empire of Barnacle, there existed a large piece of land at the edges of the town, upon which stood only a single large two-story house of medieval construction.
The land encompassing it was so large that, if cultivated, one could produce an attractive harvest and, since the soil around the house was fertile enough to give birth to an attractive greenery, it certainly was a land any farmer of the town would wish to possess.
However, few dared to go even near this land, or the sole dwelling that occupied this land.
There were tells of a residence retold far beyond this border town, that, a certain house nestled in the shadows of an ancient mystical Elm on the edges of Hũmino border town, which, in another age, was naught but a grave of Willows, a place that had been bestowed upon the Boroughs the Bugmasters of a storied lineage of insect researchers, by the twelfth emperor of the great empire.
