The Wolf Sat Beside the Lake for Three Days, and No One Understood Why

in whiteout.

Below that, written darker, as if he had pressed harder, was a second note.

Turn back by 3:00. June is right.

Grant stared at the line until the words blurred. In the map folded beside the notebook, Samuel had circled coordinates north of the burn scar. Next to them he had written one more sentence.

Cable may still be on him…
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