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Lindas hunt

The Challenge :https://yodayo.com/posts/thank-you-for-80k-likes-contest-inside

The story:

Fog held the ridge in a soft fist. Linda stood inside it with bow raised, shoulders settled, breath thinning.

A sound, somewhere below. She drew. The string kissed her mouth; the world narrowed to a seam of gold between the trunks — cold air, taut line, one clean heartbeat.

She held it longer than she needed to.

The line of her mouth eased, and the string eased with it. Whatever had been waiting downslope could keep waiting. The morning gave her what she came for.

Linda lowered the bow and let the mountain keep its secret.

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