Where the Mist Meets the Mountain

Previously

…I blew out the dying embers of the fire, the darkness of the cabin mirroring the darkness that had settled over my life. But for the first time since the tragedy, a flicker of something other than despair ignited within me. It was a grim determination, a sense of purpose. My father’s legacy, whatever it was, was now my own. And I would follow his trail, through the mist, through the danger, until I uncovered the truth. The journey had just begun, and the mountain, it seemed, was ready to reveal its secrets, one cryptic clue at a time. I just hoped I was ready for what lay at the end of the path.