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The path cuts through the thick grey fog.
After a short walk, the fox stops to nudge a smooth rock toward your boots, looking up at you. Etched onto the cold surface of the stone is a carved arrow:
Before you can start to think of what it means, you notice the creature that guided you through this short path has left. You're alone again. But your journey continues...