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Leofric’s body cast an elongated shadow across the sun dial as he stepped up and leaned toward the hiker.

"I ain’t from around here, son, and I don't know nothing about this A-nail or whatever bird he’s carrying around,” the old man answered, shifting his weight to his walking stick to take his foot off the symbol he was covering.

A lemniscate, cast sideways in the copper, formed a double loop both into which dust and grit had settled. Leofric could see, along the rest of the dial, markings of similar design.

“But, by the looks of those tracks,” he gestured toward the several footprints circling the sun dial with his free hand, “I’d hafta agree, you are pretty lost. You done gone around this here marker a half dozen times, at least. You know, sometimes if you don’t think about it, it’s easier to find what it is you’re looking for.”