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- No one sees it. And no one knows the name of the drifter the linesman found the
- next morning when he finally got out by Tarker Brook to repair the downed cables.
- The drifter was coated with ice, head cocked back in a silent scream, ragged old
- coat and shirt beneath chewed open. The drifter sat in a frozen pool of his own
- blood, staring at the downed lines, his hands still held up in a warding-off
- gesture with ice between the fingers.
- And all around him are pawprints.
- Wolfprints.
- March
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