After ten years away, I returned to my snow-covered hometown to find out what happened to my brother, who vanished last winter without a trace. The locals claimed he was taken by the cold, but their averted eyes and hushed whispers told a different story. Strange tracks were found in the woods—tracks that didn’t belong to any animal. They warned me to stay away, but I had to know the truth. Now, I’m starting to think my brother’s last words to me—"Don’t come back"—weren’t a warning to protect me from the woods. They were a warning to protect the woods from me.

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