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One evening, huddled beneath the roots of a fallen cedar, he saw the glow of a distant campfire. The smell of roasting meat drifted on the wind—fatty, rich, and mocking. He recognized the silhouette of the man standing by the flame. It was Miller, the one who had left him to rot.

His fingernails tore as he dragged his body over frozen mud and jagged stone. He ate handfuls of snow to quiet his thirst and scavenged the remains of a wolf’s kill for a few scraps of raw, frozen meat. Every inch was an agony that screamed for him to stop, to let the winter sleep take him. One evening, huddled beneath the roots of a

But Silas wasn't just a man anymore; he was a ghost returning to the world of the living. It was Miller, the one who had left him to rot

The air in the Missouri River Valley didn’t just feel cold; it felt like a physical weight, pressing the breath out of Silas’s lungs. He was a trapper, a man who lived by the skin of his teeth and the sharpness of his knife. But today, the wilderness had decided to take its toll. Every inch was an agony that screamed for