Chapter Eleven

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The weather over the next few days was positively gorgeous: clear and bright with a warm, golden sun and crisp breezes; the type of weather which ripens apples and other fruits.
Annabeth had a basket filled with bread and cheese to bring a long with her on the fruit picking expedition. She carried the basket with her as she walked with the rest of the party down to Skye Castle's orchards.
The paths leading to the orchards were lined with long grasses which were faded and yellowish after months of warm, dry weather. Among the grasses grew fall flowers like golden rods, Black-eyed Susans, purple, red, and mauve chrysanthemums, and white and blue asters.

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