As you keep walking, the ash trees get closer together and the shrubs get bigger. Following the sound of trickling water, you make it to the edge of a small creek. The water is so still it's only a reflection of the greenery surrounding it. A cluster of dogwood hangs over it, some vining thing lines the edges of the pool, a thick and twisting ash tree looms ominously. As you bend over to catch a glimpse of your reflection, a scorpion fly rushes out of the bushes, rippling the water as it goes.
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