By ten o'clock that night, the blizzard had reached peak fury. The wind roared across the high mountain ridge like a locomotive, hurling blankets of heavy snow against the timber walls and piling drifts five feet deep against the stone foundation. Inside the great room, the only light came from the dancing golden flames of the river-rock fireplace and a half-dozen beeswax candles scattered across the cedar mantels. A soft…
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