A tale for today
In deepest winter Giblen Jones tended his shop, a steady stream of customers coming in to trade for candles. Just before closing one evening Giblen Jones heard horses hooves in the lane stop suddenly and the bell jingled on the door. Looking up he saw an amazing sight, a tall woman in a green cloak with hair the reddest of red flowing from under her hood. Out of breath she quickly explained to him that she was a princess from a neighboring land. A curse had been put upon this land by a wicked sorceress and their wood would not burn and their fireplaces would not stay lit. Since she was a littler girl she had heard tales of the man in a far away village who made candles that gave warmth enough to heat a room; magic candles that she was hoping would not be impacted by the curse and would save her people...
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