A Fox Arrived At Our Door With A Note Around Its Neck — The Signature Changed My Life Forever

woods was connected to my father.

The deeper we followed the fox into Blackwood Forest, the quieter the world became.

The path narrowed.

Branches stretched overhead like skeletal fingers.

Leaves crunched beneath our feet.

The air smelled damp and ancient.

Every few minutes the fox would stop and glance back to make sure we were still behind it.

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