The Cold Dead
In the winter of 1944, Siberia was a frozen hell, a place where the wind carried the kind of cold that could kill a man faster than a bullet. The war had stretched its claws into every corner of the globe, but nobody expected it to reach this far north, this far into the wasteland. The American 32nd Infantry Division, a battle-hardened outfit fresh from the Pacific, had been air-dropped into the taiga on a mission so classified even their CO, Colonel Amos Reed, didn’t know the full scope. All they knew was the order: secure a remote Soviet research outpost codenamed "Voron’s Nest" and destroy whatever they found.
