[WP] The forest is cold. Mist wraps the trees, invisible except where the waning moon turns it a brilliant white. A single deer raises its head from where it lays on the hard-packed earth. You jolt awake to someone shaking you, in your room again.“C’mon,” your roommate says, “Surprise camping trip!”
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