The Urgency
Wind tore past the ridge, stinging their faces, but Thomas barely noticed. His thoughts locked on the barrels hidden beneath the ice — rusting, leaking, waiting to split wide open. Greg ran a hand through his hair, muttering curses under his breath. The man’s warning replayed in Thomas’s mind: time is already running out. He swallowed hard, steadying himself. If they didn’t act soon, there wouldn’t be a town left to protect.
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