The Distant Legend
Elias. Say that again. The wind did not howl. It screamed, a high, thin sound that tore at the flaps of my parka and rattled the teeth in my skull. I stood in the doorway of the outpost, the cold biting into my cheeks, and I looked at the deputy. He stood ten feet away, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the ground. The radio in my hand was dead. The static was gone. The silence was worse than...
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