Real Fiction / Răzvan Dițescu, Loredana Stoian, Arthur Ianoși, translated by Andreea Cristina Moise: The White Hell

Răzvan DițescuThe blizzard was howling through the fir trees heavy with snow. The pale moonlight barely peeked through the clouds. I trudged through the forest. I had to reach the cabin soon. It wasn’t much farther. I thought I heard footsteps approaching. Then a shadow creeps through the trees. Anybody there? No answer. I …

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