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We continued on our way, but the forest changed. The air soon grew heavy, and I found myself tripping over not roots, but smoothed stones. The further we walked the more the rocks popped up until they covered all the ground that we could see around us. The flat form of the stones caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but squint at them as we passed them by.
After a long examination I looked up at Chris. “Do these stones look natural to you?”
He shook his head. “No. They look carved and polished.”
I noted the weathers cracks and thick layers of moss built one on top of the other. “They look really old, though.”
“Of course!” Fortia’s voice floated back to us. “You lot have been here for a long time! Too long!”
The paved road widened into a great processional route, and u
