He sealed the door behind him, dropped his pack, and moved on instinct.
…The cabin appeared only when you were almost on top of it, its dark timber walls swallowed by snow and shadow, roof pitched steep enough to shed weight but now carrying a burden that tested its limits. Ethan shouldered the door open with a grunt, boots scraping ice from the threshold as heat—thin but alive—spilled […]
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