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To make it to the Cathedral, taking the road makes the most sense. The sun is high overhead, and you estimate it is around noon, and with ten miles to go, a long trek awaits you. You cross the highway and move a few yards deep into the forest and start your journey back home.

After a short distance, you pick up a long, smooth, unbent tree limb from the ground and use it as a makeshift crutch to ease pressure off your left leg. Immediately, pain leaves the limb save for a dull ache at the knee. The forest is thick with trees and the ground is all dirt and fallen leaves with the occasional root that sticks out of the earth. While you knew this way would be difficult, you quickly realize this is going to take a while.

For what seems an hour, you keep a solid pace south along the highway. Your clothes are drying but still damp. You feel the heat of the sun when you pass through a stream of light poking through trees. A breeze flows from every direction, sending a shiver through your body each time it passes. You are thirsty and tired but push on.