‘Excuse me’, said the traveller to three men repairing the path, ‘I’m lost, and looking for Seanleabapheistín.’
‘Seanleabapheistín?, never heard of it’, replied one.
‘It sounds familiar’, said another.
‘You two are too young to remember‘, said the third, ‘but I know that name well. Seanleabapheistín was a familiar name back in the days of magic, when everything was shrouded in a mist of bewilderment. It was built on a hilltop. Facing away from this mortal realm into the endless potential of time.’
‘That’s it’, said the stranger, ‘do you know the way?’
‘Sorry, no, I forgot’, replied the man
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