The Pale Shadows
The stag stood in the clearing. He was old. His antlers were thick. They were dark wood. They were heavy. They were worn. The velvet was gone. The bone was bare. It was pale. It was thin. The light hit him. The light was cold. The light was thin. It cut the air. It cut the fog. It cut the silence. The stag looked at the fog. He did not move. He was still. He was part of the stone. He was part...
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