The danger of the hibernal forest wasn’t a predator stalking
through the snow. Nor was it a fast-moving stream, or sudden forest fire. It
was stagnation. No great bear or silent pack of wolves would kill you. Your
inability to get food or escape would be sufficient. The people living at the
perimeter of the forest, because no one lived in it, claimed that there was a malevolent
intelligence to the place that did its best to first draw travelers onto the
winding paths between the soft pines and then lure the deeper into the forest
to freeze to death.
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