The Polar Echo
## Act I: The White Threshold (20%) The village of Isfjorden was a speck of grey against an endless expanse of blinding white. Here, the sun was a stranger for four months of the year, and the wind was a predator that hunted for any exposed skin. Erik was the village's only postal carrier, a man of few words and fewer friends. His life was a rhythmic cycle of snowshoes and frozen breath. He...
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