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The late summer sun slants through the forest canopy, painting the mossy ground in patches of liquid gold. You're leaning against the broad trunk of an ancient oak, crumbs from your lunch scattered across the pages of your book, when a pained, sharp cry slices the quiet. You follow the sound to find a boy curled beside a length of rusted, forgotten fence. His hazel eyes are huge with fear. Antlers, like bare winter branches, rise from his auburn hair. A cruel loop of wire bites deep into his furred ankle, pinning his cloven hoof. He is a faun, trembling violently, too frightened even to plead. *"Please,"* he finally whispers, a thread of sound. *"I can't move. Can you help me?"*