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Chapter 1 February 1888. The wind did not howl. It was a lower sound than that — a physical pressure that made the logs of the cabin groan. Outside in the blackness, it was twenty-two below zero, a temperature that had ceased to be weather and had become a form of judgment. Inside, Agnes stood…

Chapter 1 The first wind of November 1891 didn’t strike the cabin from above. It came from beneath. Beside the stove, old Boon lifted his head and released a low growl toward the north wall — a deep instinctual sound, a warning of some unseen presence creeping into the house. Kellen Whitaker snapped awake. The…

Chapter 1 The frozen rope dug into Zeke Holloway’s shoulder, a pain as sharp and cold as a dagger’s blade. Below him, the sled lurched on the edge of a chasm swallowed by snow. He locked his muscles and refused to let go, because what lay inside those two sacks — the cargo he was…

Chapter 1 The year was 1878. The month was November. Anne stood on the frozen dirt porch of her brother-in-law’s house, her hands knotted together at her waist, wearing a wool shawl threadbare at the elbows over a faded calico dress. It was not nearly enough for the cold that was coming. The wind knew…

Part 1 The first thing I saw was his neck. Not the white lilies banked around the casket. Not the brass handles polished to a mirror shine. Not the room full of important people performing grief while their eyes kept drifting, restless and hungry, like they were expecting something else to happen before the night…

Part 1 For eight months, Elena Voss had been dead. Dead to the city. Dead to the Caruso family. Dead to the man who had once pressed his mouth to her hair and told her nothing in this world would reach her while he was breathing. She had built her disappearance carefully — a borrowed…

Part 1 They should have been more careful about where they said it. For two years, Ivy Callahan had learned to make herself small in rooms that had once been hers. Her father was gone. His wife had absorbed everything that followed — the house, the accounts, the family’s public face, and most of what…

Part 1 The first mistake I made was letting Jenna Park anywhere near my romantic life. The second mistake was wearing three-inch heels on a February night when Chicago was doing what Chicago does — which is punish optimism with black ice. The third mistake — the one that split my life cleanly into before…

Chapter 1 The knock came just after dusk, low and slow, as if made by someone uncertain he deserved to be heard. Mirabel stared at the warped wooden door of her one-room shack, her heart hammering beneath the patched shawl she hadn’t taken off in three winters. No one ever came this far — not…