❄︎ The Call of the North ❄︎ The harbor was quiet under a sky of gray steel. A rim of ice clung to the wooden pilings, and the water moved sluggishly, as though it resented being stirred. The wind smelled of iron and salt, carrying the distant cries of gulls — or something that only … Continue reading Northern Gift Prologue
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