End of the Line, chapter 15

Action and Adventure in Alaska

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I led the young woman away from the vehicle, away from her mother’s body. When we reached the containers, I stopped, rested on my axe and waited for a moment. It felt like October had passed, that we had raced through winter and spring, and that the heat of the Alaskan summer had descended upon us, on Whittier, right above me. I looked …