A Cry in the Dark
Andrew wanted to speak, to ask what it meant, but the words caught in his throat. The moan still hung in the air like a ghost. He stepped forward carefully, closing the gap between him and the reindeer, trying not to stumble on the uneven ground. Each step was a challenge, the forest floor buried under brittle, dead foliage that cracked loudly with every movement. He fought to stay steady.
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