Noir of the Frozen Pine

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The snow in Northern Quebec doesn't just cover the land; it erases it. Julian sat in the corner of the logging camp's mess hall, the smell of cheap rye and wet wool clinging to his coat. He was a man of edges—sharp jaw, sharper temper, and a heart that had frozen solid the day the wolf took his daughter. He had tried to fight back. That was his first mistake. Julian was a man of action, a...

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