
The moose didn’t flinch at her voice, its dark eyes steady on hers. Julie had always been drawn to moments that didn’t make sense, the kinds of situations that seemed like puzzles waiting to be solved. This was one of those moments.
The moose shouldn’t be here, yet its presence didn’t feel random. It moved with purpose, its massive frame exuding a quiet determination that both unnerved and fascinated her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
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