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The ice near where I was walking groaned. I froze to the spot and looked down. Crack. My foot went through. I jumped back. Water splashed up from a foot-sized hole where I'd been standing. I backed away. Another piece of ice disappeared. Black water grabbed at my feet. I kept stepping backward. Each time, the ice held just long enough for me to take another step, and then it sank.
I looked over my shoulder at the shore in panic... Crack. What was I going to do?
The Last Patrol
Following the Trail of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police’s Legendary Lost Patrol
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