"A light fog settled over the dark forest, making it seem like the ghosts of trees had decided to settle atop the sky brushing mountains. The pale morning light peaked through the haze of white, and though many would have thought of this as the perfect day to avoid the elements, Quinn Farley had decided otherwise. He allowed the sweet smell of pine needles and mist to circulate through his body, seemingly clearing a fog of worries and anxiety from his head. Quinn grasped the small bag he had slung over his shoulder and marched through the puddles of water from last nights rain. He allowed himself to stare momentarily into one of the pools, his honey blonde hair stuck out at odd ends and completely failed to complement his face. He had coffee colored eyes and olive skin, with a small river of freckles that swam over his nose"
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