The Long Dark
When the storm hit, the snow fell so fast it was as if the world beyond our windows had disappeared. It started gently enough, soft flakes coating the countryside, the kind of snowfall that makes you want to curl up by the fire with a hot drink. But by midnight, it had turned into a full blizzard. Wind howled through the trees, rattling the windowpanes, and each gust shook the walls of our little cabin.
