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Tiny stones crunched beneath your shoes. You wondered if Lone Man made this path; it looked like it. Under the full moon's light, you saw something. You knelt down to pick it up. A stone bigger than the rest. You noticed the strokes of white paint all over it. You flipped it and saw a roughly drawn smiley face.

Hmm, an artist. You can't help but smile.

You placed the stone in your pocket.

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