The Sunspire but these problems aside, I think I taught you well

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she moved along the border, finding that her paws adapted quickly to the mountain, and she found the familiar patterns and steps that she'd learned long ago. the mountains was where she belonged, perhaps, for there was a lightness here, a kind of confidence that came from having the world spread all around. 

the markings were sparse and fresh, and yet she added her own dutifully, moving carefully to strengthen existing markers and add the odd new one. in time, the borders would sink deep into the stone, their presence solidify. she paused once in her marking, staring towards the south, where she could almost imagine the wood lingering like a blight at the edge of her vision, see it in the darkness that condensed on the horizon. it was only after a moment that she continued her patrol, reminded then that the past did not come away easily.

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