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... om the ground, avoiding the soggy pool of mud next to it. She hated wet forests.
It just had to rain the night before they were supposed to go out into the woods like this.
They had only been at this for about an hour, but she was already getting tired of it. Unfortunately, there were no roads or actual paths through the forest around these parts. And when everything you had to go off of was a yellowed old map—maybe even older than the trees currently surrounding them—the conditi ...
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