
Julie’s flashlight beam flickered over the uneven ground, casting long, shifting shadows that made her stomach twist with unease. Her pulse quickened. She was acutely aware of how alone she was.
The moose’s hoofprints, pressed deep into the snow, were her only guide. Occasionally, the animal stopped, turning its head to check on her before continuing. The eerie glint of the plastic around its antlers reminded her of the burden it carried—and the unknown danger it might be leading her toward.
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