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The smell of frost. The mist of your breath turning white in the rays of the rising sun. A crow cries out from the trees above. You're not sure if your leg has fallen asleep or not. Then, without a sound, a buck moves out of the trees and walks slowly into view, his antlers a polished gold. It is the moment you have been waiting for...Site: