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... ck with fog and silence. Towering pines clawed at the overcast sky, their dark needles soaked in frost, and their trunks scarred by age and wind.
Snow coated the ground in scattered patches, melting slowly into the mossy earth beneath.
The air was bitter—so cold it stung the lungs—but there was peace in its stillness, and there was hope, the kind of quiet that swallowed footsteps and silenced even the birds.
A faint golden shimmer traced the perimeter of the forest, where ...
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