So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree,
money after honey in its time.
Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea,
reason in its season but no rhyme.
Select a pack of riddles and try to solve it in an interesting way.
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