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The late afternoon sunlight cast itself in thick rays through the trees down to the forest floor. The golden beams were so dense she could hardly see through them. Evie stood in a quiet moment, surrounded by the rich forest's hush, listening to the occasional flap of wings or burrowing creatures. The soft floor was covered in a layer of thick pine straw, dotted with ferns and low brush in shades of green more intense and varied than she had seen in a long time. Where are we?