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Her journey through the forest was 

long, and made longer by the lack 

of a real path to follow. But she had 

heard whispers of a well somewhere 

deep in the ancient wood, a well that 

would show anyone that looked 

down it a reflection of their true path. 

As a lost soul she craved that insight, 

and her pursuit of the well a small 

price to pay.

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