The Adirondacks in November are not beautiful. They are grey and hard and indifferent, the kind of landscape that does not care whether you live or die. Daniel Reeves had learned to appreciate indifference. It was honest, at least.
He and Marcus had been walking for three days when the ground opened beneath them. One moment they were searching for the encrypted drive that Professor Webb had hidden before he disappeared, the next they were falling into darkness, the earth opening like a wound that would never heal. Daniel hit the bottom hard, his shoulder screaming, his breath knocked clean from his lungs. Marcus landed...
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