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The wind howled across Ponderous Ridge like a lonely beast—the only sound in the frozen dark. It was 3:am and thirty degrees outside. Beyond the tiny house windows, the world had gone silent: no owls, no rustling leaves, only that endless, hollow moan.
Outside on the deck, the fire pit’s glow painted the rough wooden walls in shifting amber. Richard sat hunched at its edge, blanket draped over his shoulders, nursing a mug of warm Tennessee whiskey cut with green tea.