Breath and Fear
Andrew shut his eyes—not bravely, but because fear threatened to overwhelm him. If he looked again, the antlers might push him over the edge into panic. His fingers trembled, so he clenched them into fists until his knuckles ached. In his mind, he imagined himself part of the landscape, just another stump or stone. “Don’t move,” he whispered, trying to command his own body. It was the only thing he could do.
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