After the last of the hikers were absorbed by the woods, Julia began her search for the camp. It took the better part of an hour to find it, with twenty minutes spent crossing a field of dry pine needles. Everything was as she left it, except for her damp clothes brought on by the morning dew.
“Great,” Julia said. “Going to take a while to dry.”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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