The air on the Silent Trace tasted of pine and deep dread. Anji saw the figure near the logging trail, utterly motionless in its heavy, dark coat. He stopped the car, headlights bathing the still form. Slowly, the head tilted back, defying human anatomy, until it faced the black sky. It seemed hinged and broken. From its throat came a single, sustained note. The sound was not a scream but pure, vibrating cold. Liam floored the accelerator, not waiting for the inevitable. He didn't look back until the main highway's light hit. The car was warm, but the chilling feeling stayed. Anji knew the cold had traveled with him.
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