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The Awry Artics

You find yourself at the food of some freezing cold plain. You look about you and find that nothing is around. There is, however, a forked path that leads off into the distance.

The first path seems to lead off upward, while the other leads southward. Nothing stirs, nothing makes so much as a sound. You wonder where to go.

Take the North Path
Take the Southward Path

Wonderous Wood

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