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There's a lot of parks in Seacouver, from big long parks that follow the line of the waterfront to little postage-stamp sized parks scattered through residential areas. Some of the bigger ones, especially toward the edge of the city, have big rambling stretches of wooded areas with no more than dirt-packed foot trails through them, and lots of hidden places off that where only deer, bums, and the occasional teenagers explore.
It's this kind of area Cavan emerges from, well into dusk. He's got his big hiking backpack, a few bits of leaves on his clothes, and he's fiddling with a strange little object made of woven grass as he walks.
It's this kind of area Cavan emerges from, well into dusk. He's got his big hiking backpack, a few bits of leaves on his clothes, and he's fiddling with a strange little object made of woven grass as he walks.
