The Faded Chronicle

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The moose was a shadow in the fog. It stood at the edge of the tree line, its antlers like broken crowns of ice. Elias stared. He did not blink. The cold bit into his face, sharp and immediate. He was a ranger now. He had worn the badge for twenty years. But that night, the badge felt heavy on his chest. It felt like a stone. The forest was dead. Not dead in the way of winter. Dead in the way...

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