Kanji had been drawn here. He just knew it. Zen had lead him here for something that hasn't reaveld itself yet. But what could possibly be here? Out in this moor, where it seemed like there wasn't much live. But he could smell something, faint in the air. Cats? He thought as he sat down and waited.
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