![]() Our cabin has plenty of wood and kindling stocked up for the winter, but my stepfather, Mr. I used to love the winters before my stepbrothers moved away, but now I feel claustrophobic at the thought of being confined with my stepfather and my sister. It’s also that time of year where people in Violent Peak get restless, looking for anyone to sate their needs before the winter overtakes our world and we’re isolated to our own backyards for several months. Most of the time people like him are harmless, just looking for abandoned or uncharted parts of the mountain to hide out for the winter. I ignore him and continue looking for small sticks and branches I’ve been collecting from the floor of the dense forest near our cabin. We get a lot of wanderers around here trying to forget their past, hide out and start over where nobody knows them, but usually not this late into the season. ![]() He’s pretty far away, so I’m not worried. “What’s a little thing like you doing out here by yourself?” I’m startled by the man’s voice, but I don’t flinch or look him in the eye. ![]()
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