Prologue

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It is a late winter afternoon. The wind is blowing lightly in my face. I am up in my favorite deer stand. A stand built by my dad.

A deer walks out but only a doe. All I see is birds the most of the afternoon so I head to turn out. As I go out I  hear a crunch in the leaves. I turn around lose my balance and everything goes black.

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