Feeling its grief
Andrew whispered, “Where are you taking me?” It was just loud enough so the reindeer could hear it. And after walking along another 50 or so meters it responded. The reindeer stopped and let out a long, low moan. It was the saddest sound Andrew had ever heard. It echoed through the trees like grief itself. Something in Andrew’s chest tightened.
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