My ability to navigate was not appreciably improved by
the rising of the sun. A chilly fog wound its way through the pines, block out
the sun. The damp soil muted my footsteps. Only the call of some lonely
mountain bird somewhere behind me broke the silence.
The mist penetrated my heavy traveling clothes. But the
exertion and the thin air meant I was regularly wiping sweat from my brow. The
impenetrable fog meant I had no idea if the small trail I had found led deeper
into the mountains or towards the small village I had set out from.
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