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It was eerily quiet walking in the woods
It was eerily quiet walking in the woods

It was eerily quiet walking in the woods

It was eerily quiet in the thick fog engulfing the Ridgeway;

The only sound was that of my footsteps on the gravel path and those Fudge as he went about exploring

Passing the woodland copses, you could hear the dew falling from the trees; sometimes, it sounded like the crackling from the dying embers of a wood fire and at other times it sounded like rain drops.

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