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At Twenty-Two, a Colorado Widow Dug Into a Frozen Mountainside to Keep Her Daughter Alive — Then Warm Air Rose From Beneath the Ruins, and Before She Could Learn Why, the Deadliest Blizzard Anyone in Ironwood Gulch Could Remember Began Closing Over Vulture’s Perch
The paper opened beneath Ingrid’s thumb. She unfolded the letter carefully, shielding it from the wind with her body. The handwriting belonged to Bram Halverson....
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