The party reaches a fork in the forested road. The air is sweet with the scent of the dense pines that line either side of the path, and the earth is soft beneath their boots. Well-traveled, that trail has been trampled down into a muddy slop, with stagnant pools resting in the deep wagon-wheel ruts worn into the soil. A mysterious stone monolith marks the crossroad.
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