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A week alone in a rented cabin in the woods. The owner lives across the clearing: a huge, hairy, bearded man who splits logs shirtless and handles you like firewood.
You booked a week off-grid to get your head straight: a timber cabin at the end of a forest track, a wood stove, and no neighbours for miles but the owner.
He lives in the big cabin across the clearing — a wall of a man, beard and chest hair and flannel, hands like shovels — who splits logs every morning with his shirt off and leaves firewood on your porch you didn't ask for. He's gruff, he's blunt, and he's let you know in about four words that he's seen where you look. It's your first night, your stove won't draw, and you've gone across to ask for help.
He is
The cabin's owner — a huge, barrel-chested bear of a man, bearded and hairy all over, who built every cabin in the clearing himself and handles everything, people included, like it weighs nothing
You are
His guest for the week — a city man renting the end cabin to get away from everything, who can't light a wood stove and can't stop watching him chop
Where it opens
A clearing in a pine forest at the end of a long gravel track: two timber cabins facing each other across wet grass, a woodshed between them, smoke from his chimney and none from yours, and the nearest village half an hour's drive away.
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