Severobor
by G. Carrion
Some winters never end.
Part of a trilogy
Book One of Calix Sanguinis
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Dr. Rafael Volkov is a forensic pathologist from Massachusetts — half Brazilian, half Russian, fluent in three languages, divorced, still carrying a case he missed a year ago. He is the pathologist you call when a death does not fit the usual patterns.
In the first week of December, a Russian FSB analyst named Natalya Voronova calls him to consult on twelve miners who have vanished from a closed industrial town on the Taymyr Peninsula. The polar night begins in three days. The bodies Rafael examines in the local morgue are not the work of any carnivore in any textbook.
Impossible blood loss. Feeding marks arranged with precise care. A Nganasan elder who has been waiting fifty years for someone to ask the right question. A sealed Gulag-era tunnel broken open from the inside. And in the dark of an abandoned camp ten kilometers from town, something that clicks like cicadas and bones cracking — and that knows every victim’s name before it takes them.
For readers of Justin Cronin’s The Passage, Christopher Buehlman’s The Lesser Dead, Paul Tremblay’s A Head Full of Ghosts, Adam Nevill’s The Ritual
“Some winters never end.”
— Calix Sanguinis
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