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The day was cloudy, cold. Drizzling drops gathered on the leaves of trees, eventually making their way down to the forest floor. We walked in silence on the well-worn, muddy path on the mountainside, between trees and boulders, the only sounds being those of our steps and the river running along side us. The mountains hid their face from passerbyes, covered in clouds, and revealing themselves only sparingly as the day suited them. After a long while, the rain ceased and we walked to a clearing on the shores of Lake Avalanche.

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