The Ruined House

I enjoyed exploring the wiles of Iceland on this strangely-clouded day. It made for idyllic settings for ruin-hunting. I always expected to find Eric the Red’s skeleton inside, holding a few gold coins and a treasure map, but nothing of the sort happened. In fact, all that happened was I got back into a leather-seated car and ate a Snickers bar.

The Ruined House

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