They looked up at the mountain, imagining spirits of the
craggy peaks staring down at them. The spirits, if they noticed, or even existed,
did not make their presence known as the travelers began their ascent. The
trail was well worn, having been part of a trade route in ages past. Heavy
stones had been used to mark out the winding trail through the mountains. Where
the rock they passed was rainy grey in color, the stones of the path were red. Imported
from places unknown, the rock had been made shiny by the weathering of many
feet and rain.
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