Chapter One! When the Truck Did Not Slow Down!
The cold did not arrive with a polite warning. It didn’t creep or whisper; it struck like a living entity—violent, sudden, and merciless, its teeth gnawing at every exposed inch of skin. That was the sensation the moment Caleb Rowe yanked open the passenger door of his rusted pickup and ordered me into the Montana…
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