The Stags Who Locked Horns at Dawn
The mist lay heavy and cold in the valley, clinging to the ancient ferns and shrouding the peaks in a spectral white. But the stillness was an illusion, a fragile peace preceding an earth-shaking rivalry. As the first pale sliver of dawn painted the sky, two immense Stags—each a sovereign of his own territory—converged on the central clearing, their massive, complex horns poised for...
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