"Welcome!"

A word one will never hear come from the mouths of Wish Well. Never again will you be greeted by genuinely warm smiles or firm handshakes. Wish Well is no longer. It would be best to turn back now. 

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Wish Well was the largest trading village in the kingdom. Small town mentality. No one was left behind. No one begged for money. No one was left without food. Worldwide known for hospitality and kindness to its fellow man, Wish Well was known as the pinnacle of what Simul was trying to achieve. Perfect coexisting.

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The night  the city fell was filled with screams of terror and calls for help. All went unheard as the massacre took place. Come morning, Wish Well would be no longer.

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Mother Nature has since attempted to reclaim much of the terrain and buildings.  She has tried, and most of the time, failed. The only sight of disturbance comes in the form of graves in the town square. Freshly dug and all marked with poorly, hand made crosses.

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A handful of brave souls have come and gone from the desecrated ground. Whether to try and rebuild or attempt to find items that belonged to late family members. Come morning, all would be back to the way it was the day before. Some say it is a curse upon the land. Some say it is a warning. With all of the sightings and stories, all know that the land will forever keep the image of the night of the massacre. No matter one's beliefs, all know that Wish Well should be left undisturbed.

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Year Incorporated: 217