I walk through the forest slowly, pushing foliage from my path as I follow his scent like a beacon; calling to me and me alone.He's not the reason I'm heeding it's call, he could never be. It's just, I've missed this. This smell that clings to him and now to me. He smelled like the damp earth, kissed by cold mountain winds and buried in lupines. He smells like home and I soon see why.I stand at the edge of a hidden quiet world. Before me, a still, dark lake cradled in a shallow basin, its surface smooth as glass, reflecting the dark grey sky. Surrounding it, a carpet of purple and white lupine dancing with the hum of the earth as cold mountain winds rush past me and I shiver slightly, not from the cold, but from recognition as it plants tender kisses on my skin. Just like home, but with a lot less snow.I shut my eyes.And in the quiet, I lose myself in the familiarity of it all.But this wind brings more than home; the smell of blood, hiding beneath the bliss, reminding me this i
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