The Distant Promise
The ice sheet on the reservoir had not merely frozen; it had exploded. It happened at three in the morning, a sound like a cannon shot fired inside the skull of the world, splitting the silence of the pine forest in two. Marcus Hale did not sleep through it. He lay in his cot in the small, drafty cabin at the edge of the woods, his eyes open, listening to the groan of the timber as the building...
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