Madley Biguing ❲ULTIMATE❳

Is there a specific or a different place name you were thinking of? I’d be happy to tailor the story if you have more details!

Heart hammering against his ribs, Arthur stepped into the muck. The mud sucked at his boots, a cold, thick grip that felt like the earth was trying to hold him back. He reached the object—a chest, just as the stories said, but not made of iron. It was wrapped in heavy, oil-slicked leather that had somehow survived the decades. Madley Biguing

"It’s just a story, Artie," his sister, Elara, would say, her boots crunching on the dry grass nearby. "The only thing in that bog is rust and old tires." Is there a specific or a different place