As Mary made her way along the path, the way grew a little wider; the subtle hint of the crashing waves behind her gave way to a sweet murmuring. "The air seems cooler," Mary thought to herself, as the murmuring grew gently louder. Moving along the path, Mary saw the walk bubbling up quietly from some unseen source; where the water flowed, along the path, the slope of the hill fell. "Wow, natural spring water," Mary thought a she held her flask against the current. The left and right side of the path were covered in a clear, clean stream, and the center of the path held rocks that continued the path, sloping upwards. Having taken a few solid gulps and filling her flask, Mary hopped onto the first rock, being careful to land in the center. "How curious," considered Mary, as she looked at the stepping stone. "It appears to be made of wood but decorated as if it were stone." Looking forward, Mary noted the stones continued on their steady p...
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