My ears twitched beneath my hood, picking up the sound—too heavy for a deer, too quiet for a fool. I slipped into the trees, cloak brushing the earth like smoke, every step silent. Then I saw him. A tall figure, shadowed, standing in my woods like he belonged. Eyes lifted—not searching, not startled—but locking straight on mines. Bold. Unafraid. He didn’t flinch at my blade. He smiled. You’re not supposed to be here. I warned. “I know," he says, tilting his head. "That's why I came"
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