The Golden Visit
Anca Adamyan stood in the signal tower living quarters, her hands shaking not from fear but from the cold that had settled into her bones since the winter failed to come, and she watched the light fade from the cypress knees of the bayou corridor outside. The year without a real winter had turned the air thick and heavy, a physical weight that pressed against her chest as she clutched the...
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