It was definitely not rope.

The braided fibers were human hair, I was certain.

So I followed it, half expecting a young royal of some sort or another up in a tower, or in a well - trapped somewhere.

I'd walked almost a mile when I was disappointed to find the end of it, alongside a fancy dagger.

Whoever had felt weighed down by their tresses had chosen to shed them.

I followed the braid back, rolling it up neatly, just to tidy up a bit.

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