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Never before had I seen an area of the province in such beautiful light.

I had finally stopped in an open clearing, the trees billowing gently in the breeze. I shivered, goosebumps tickling my skin as I made my way towards the middle of the territory.

This was a land of solitude.

My land of solitude.

I sat down in the center of the clearing, the leaves crunching softly as it molded against the shape and form of my body. The ground felt cool and wet, causing me shift uncomfortably. I kicked my legs out in front of me, admiring the mud clumps that caked my boots.

It couldn't get more real than this.

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