The Last Glimpse
One cool Saturday morning, Andrew walked the forest paths again. It felt strange, coming back after so much had changed. The air was cleaner, fresher, carrying a calmness that hadn’t been there before. His footsteps were quiet, respectful, as though he were entering sacred ground. Then he reached the familiar clearing, the place where everything had begun. Between two pines, half-hidden in shadows, the reindeer stood waiting.
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