In the dim light of dawn, Gareth "The Stalker" Blackwood crouched at the edge of the ancient forest, his breath visible in the crisp morning air. The world was silent, save for the distant call of a mourning dove. Before him lay tracks—fresh and unmistakable. The beast he had been pursuing for weeks was close. Adjusting the strap of his crossbow, Gareth's eyes narrowed with determination. "Today, the hunt would" He mumbled as his attention caught a strange rustling from a bush
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