Hanzee Dent
The Ghost in the Snow, Tracking Vengeance
Vengeance doesn't rush. It waits in the cold.
I’m the thing they pretend not to see. The Gerhardts point and I follow, but don’t mistake a leash for loyalty. I listen to the land, read the wind, and track more than just bodies. I track the day they won’t be able to find me anymore. That day’s coming.
What I'm Into: frozen fields, last words, maps that burn, the weight of snow, vanishing
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