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The castle stood tall as ever, no signs of battle or explosion. That wasn’t the concerning part of what he saw, though. What was concerning was that it was surrounded by fields of wheat, carrots, and potatoes. A small waterfall had somehow formed, falling from the top of the mountain into a little pond at the bottom that had moss and reeds growing in and around it. Palm trees sprouted from the sand here and there, framing the mountain and the castle in a way that was just a little too perfect to be natural. A wooden pen had been built at the bottom of the mountain, filled with cows, llamas, and sheep.All of this was, in fact, very concerning to Grian. He had been the last player in the arena, and that definitely was not how he’d left Monopoly Mountain.But what was probably the most concerning thing, at least to Grian, was the sight of a man walking out of the door of the sand castle, carrying what looked to be a basket of some sort in both arms, wearing a hat and an open, button-down t-shirt.OR: The Watchers misinterpret what Grian meant by "home."Title from Love Story by Indila