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Chapter 52 - Ways Between
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... om the way Bevel moved through the trees, I suspected it hadn't just been luck. Bevel had easily won our race, and was a good twenty feet higher than me besides, perched on a far too thin branch as I looked out over the vale.
And I was reasonably certain it was Mistvale, thanks to the aforementioned mist and Mount Aeternia looming over us in the morning sunlight.
"Looks like Popper is out," Bevel said, pointing to the west, her other hand wrapped around the thin trunk.
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