Mist clings to the moss-draped cedars, and the river below churns with the silver flash of salmon fighting upstream. Then, out of the shadows, a pale figure steps onto the slick stones—a spirit bear, its coat glowing against the emerald forest like a ghost made flesh. Each movement is unhurried, deliberate, as if the forest itself pauses to watch. Water beads and slides down its fur,
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