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Day 432

Short story rewrite:

After what felt like hours of walking, we finally arrived at camp in the thick of night. The welcome portion of the day had clearly been over, just leaving some stray cups of punch on a table and a welcome banner that was holding onto a tree by a thread. All the lights had been turned off, just leaving a flicker coming from an ornate cabin to the right of the banner. I was comprehensive enough to knock, but my mother went over and banged on the door. “Hello? We’re here to drop off!” she yelled, trying to combat the sound of loud bugs buzzing around us.

All of a sudden, I heard a creak and then saw the door swing open, revealing a well dressed old man.

“What do you want?” he asked grumpily.

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