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January 4th — The fire crackled low tonight, and I found myself flipping through the guestbook again. It’s funny how a simple sentence can linger—how someone’s fleeting moment becomes a part of this place forever. There’s a note from a

I’ve lived here all my life, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the forest keeps its secrets well. But every now and then, if you’re quiet enough, if you let the night settle around you, you’ll catch