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Craving confirmation, John headed up the hill. The snow wasn't too deep, but his pant cuffs still gobbled up as much of it as they possibly could. "Yeah, this feels about right," he thought.

She had said to look for it by an unmistakable black rock perched on a fallen tree. "Unmistakable," he muttered to himself. It was going to be a long day.