A storm brewing
Andrew gave the animal a soft pat along its side, his hand moving gently across its fur. The reindeer blinked slowly, almost as if comforted by the touch. No words were spoken, but none were needed—there was an understanding here, unspoken but powerful. Yet Andrew felt unease stir inside him. Something about the animal’s presence wasn’t just chance. Trouble was building, and he sensed this reindeer had come for a reason.
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