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Off the Path
A few minutes later, Anna spotted a narrow path hidden behind some brush. “What’s that?” she asked. Elise stood, brushing dirt off her jeans. “Let’s find out.” They pushed through ferns and low-hanging vines. This detour took the women off route for a bit, but they weren’t too worried with Elise’s navigation on hand. But that confidence was about to dwindle toward zero…
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