A Voice in the Cold
The figure finally stirred, raising his head slowly. His eyes met theirs—dark, hollow, and filled with something between desperation and warning. His voice came out hoarse, breaking in the frigid air. “You… shouldn’t be here,” he whispered. It was more plea than threat, but the effect was chilling. Thomas’s heart thudded hard in his chest. Whatever this man was doing here, it wasn’t by accident.
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