What am I doing
The trail through the woods was narrow but well-trodden, suggesting others had passed this way recently. Kate’s heart quickened as she noticed faint footprints in the dirt. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were heading somewhere significant. “This is ridiculous; what am I doing?” she muttered to herself, though she didn’t stop. The quiet rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot kept her senses alert the entire time.
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