The Distant Whispers
The rain fell on the pines. It fell on the asphalt. It fell on the back of Daniel’s neck. He stood still. The cold seeped into his bones. He was a ranger. He wore the badge. He carried the gun. He had been walking for hours. The forest was thick. The air was wet. He smelled the rot. He smelled the earth. He looked for the deer. The black deer. The one with the broken antler. The one that had...
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