A Growing Resolve
Back home, Thomas paced his living room, still hearing the iceberg’s groan in his head. He replayed the sight through the binoculars, the figure standing alone against the wind. Whoever it was, they were in danger, and no one was doing a thing to help. The secrecy from the police only added fuel to his thoughts. If they weren’t going to act, then someone else would have to.
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