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Chapter two The Hofler’s cabin was the only one this far north of the Otztal valley.  Nestled in the breast of an ancient forest, the small pile dwelling looked as if it could barely fit amongst the crowded vegetation.  The trunks of swollen Sycamores erupted from the ground, their thick roots twisting between one another in a petrified handshake that seemed to bind the entirety of the forest. It had taken Gregor almost a year to clear out the small patch of land where three small structures now stood, and another several months to dig a trench out of the stubborn earth where he would bury the supports for his home. The oaken pilling h

Chapter One The air was silent, holding its winter breath in a suspended state that hung heavy amongst the naked birch trees. Even as he waded through the banks of snow that swallowed his legs up to the knees, the hunter never made a sound. The down of freshly fallen powder made possible his noiseless approach as he walked carefully through the early morning grey. A yew bow posed in his leathery hands remained pointed ahead, his eyes continually searching up and down the bare trunks, robbed of their traditional black and white stripes by the prey that he was hunting. In the winter when green vegetation was scarce, the deer took to eating ba