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The Woodsman stepped out of his cabin, the crisp morning air biting at his face. His flannel shirt, faded and softened by years of wear, clung to his broad frame, layered under a waxed canvas jacket that bore the marks of countless winters. His jeans, raw denim stiffened by the elements, showed the natural fades of a life spent outdoors—creases at the knees, a deep honeycomb pattern behind them. ...