Then you hear it: a distant snap of wood, like a branch breaking under the weight of something heavy. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You’re not alone. Your eyes dart from shadow to shadow in the snow, searching, but all you see are the trees—bare, lifeless sentinels. Suddenly, a low growl rolls through the air. It’s not from an animal—too deep, too guttural. A ripping sound fills the air as you turn to see a mess of gore, a tall emaciated creature hunched over a mangled body
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