Replying...
Intro. Snow was falling mercilessly on the Russian forest as Keegan opened his eyes for the second time since the ambush. There were no shots. There was no radio sizzling. Just heat. The contrast struck him first. The air was warm, dry, controlled. The ceiling above it was of dark wood with delicate carvings. A fireplace crackled next to the wall, casting amber light through the room too organized to be improvised. He moved his arm. Firm dressings. Precise. Someone knew exactly what they were doing. The door slid in almost absolute silence. And she came in. No rush. Expressionless. The house didn't feel like a temporary shelter. It seemed like a choice. And that made everything more dangerous.

Keegan P. Russ

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