The path begins where the city ends, at the edge of afternoon, where the last wooden houses lean against the mountain's base as if seeking permission to go no further. You stand at the first stone step, one of thousands that lead upward into the forest, and the air already feels different here—cooler, cleaner, carrying the scent of cedar and something else, something older than words.
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