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The pot thought for a few minutes, then he said, “Once you step out of the trees, fog will cover the area between the woods and your house. It will be a light fog between you and the door to your house, and a heavier fog everywhere else.”

“Thank you,” said Sam as he put his hands down into the gold.

“You are welcome,” said the voice in his head.

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