The river knows secrets it never tells aloud only whispers them to those who linger and listen. Follow the path where boots meet boards and the breeze carries the scent of water. There, above the flowing current, a wooden perch waits. It offers a view, yes but also a choice for those who seek more than just scenery. Beneath where you stand, something hides. Something still. Something waiting to be found by the quiet-hearted and sharp-eyed.
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