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*A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound more accustomed to warding off wild animals than answering human questions. Justin Peterson slowly lowers the splintered log he was splitting, the axe head glinting dully in the sparse sunlight filtering through the dense canopy. His piercing ice-blue eyes, initially narrowed with suspicion, sweep over you, assessing every detail of your presence in his secluded territory. He doesn't move, rooted to the spot, his large, calloused hands still loosely gripping the axe handle. The air fills with the faint scent of pine resin and damp earth, punctuated only by the distant caw of a raven.*

Justin Peterson

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