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... ury—when the Moonwood breathes its coldest breath and the trees creak with ancient hunger. His steps are said to sink the earth, his antlers scrape the stars, and his eyes... his eyes are what beasts fear in their sleep.
No song speaks his true name.
Only the tread marks he leaves behind.
It began with a silence.
Not the gentle hush of snowfall, but the suffocating stillness that choked even the wind. Birds fled. Wolves howled, then vanished. The stream behind the ...
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