She turned left, rounding the corner, which would introduce to her feet for what must have been the millionth time the narrow path that led her up the steep forested hill each day. As she began the ascent, she once again noted with approval the inconspicuous position of her trail.
It could not nearly be considered a road; in fact, slight as it was, it was hardly a path. These traits, coupled with its considerable distance from other human inhabitation, ensured the near complete solitude that the young woman held so dear. Few dared travel the larger main trail up the mountain, for hearing false tales of terrifying creatures that called the woods their home, and even if one did venture up there, it was unlikely that their eyes would be keen enough to spot the path’s entrance unless they were determinedly searching for it, for its mouth was all but hidden from view by thick, tall pine trees and its almost unnoticeable width could have just as easily been the creation of a forest animal.
Breathing deeply as she neared the crest of the hill, Caire caught a glimpse of her dwelling up ahead, where she had resided as long as she had been alive.
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