Chapter 11: Blood on the Hearth
The logging cabin was dark save for the dim flicker of a kerosene lamp near the stone hearth. Arthur Eldridge sat hunched over a heavy [more…]
The logging cabin was dark save for the dim flicker of a kerosene lamp near the stone hearth. Arthur Eldridge sat hunched over a heavy [more…]
The cabin door burst open just as Julian’s body slumped fully to the floor. Clara stood there, Marcus behind her, both framed against the swirling [more…]
Exactly nine days later, the blizzard had passed, leaving Pine Ridge encased in a pristine, blinding white. Clara stood alone on the snow-covered ridge overlook, [more…]