A Blind Man's Trail Through the Pinelands

The humid air sat heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. Every step was a measured journey, guided by the echo under his cane tapping against the forest floor. His eyes, though closed, were sharply aware of the world around him, a tapestry woven from sound and texture. The whispers of the leaves, the rustle over unseen creatures, even the sub

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