2)What the Little Deer Was Carrying Stopped Me Cold
A small bundle, wrapped tightly in dark fabric. Too deliberate. Too human. I crouched and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a worn wooden box. Inside that—an old silver locket, heavy, tarnished, etched with strange symbols that made my skin prickle. When I looked up, the deer was already backing toward the woods, pausing as if … Read more