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As the trail leads higher into the foothills the trees about the narrow path begin to thin out slightly. At this higher altitude the cool of the season has left most of the trees without their foliage. Great banks of dried leaves have been left behind from the recent strong winds, and as you walk the breeze continues to blow them about in mesmerising swirls of brown and yellow. If you were a child, you muse, these banks would have been a great diversion, but now you find they cover the trail and it is necessary to plough through knee deep drifts of this dry humus to make any headway. If only this was your biggest problem you think, smiling at the idea. Quests of this type are never that easy.
A sharp noise to your right stops you in your tracks. Standing silently in the centre of the path you strain your ears in an attempt to gather some idea of what might have caused it. Almost immediately the noise repeats, it is the sound of a foot crushing a dried twig.
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