Stomp. Stomp. Your heavy black hiking boots splash through the icy stream as you head back to camp. You arrived in Norway from the USA a little over a week ago, but this forest? Barely been here a day. Suddenly, you jump. There's... someone behind you? You turn around slowly, holding your penknife. But strangely, you can't see anyone. You relax and are about to carry on walking until you hear a voice call Who are you and why are you in my forest?
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22/03/2025
ThatBritishWeirdo
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01/04/2025