The Faded Frontier

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The mud of Blackwood Ridge sucked at my boots with a wet, rhythmic pull, a sound that echoed in the hollow space behind my ears as I stared at the pack. There were six of them, their fur matted with frost and shadow, eyes like cold coins fixed on me. My rifle was jammed, the bolt stuck in the cold iron, and I knew with a dull, heavy certainty that I was not going to kill the alpha. I wanted to...

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