"Stay away from the windows," the voice crackled. "This is not a meteorological event. Repeat, this is not weather."
By 6:00 PM, the wind didn't just blow; it screamed. It was a sound that felt ancient, like a giant waking up after a thousand-year sleep. Elias retreated inside, sliding the glass doors shut just as the first drop hit. It wasn't water. It was a jagged shard of ice, the size of a fist, that shattered against the railing with the force of a gunshot. Then, the power died.
Elias didn't breathe. The storm had arrived, and it was looking for a way in.
"Stay away from the windows," the voice crackled. "This is not a meteorological event. Repeat, this is not weather."
By 6:00 PM, the wind didn't just blow; it screamed. It was a sound that felt ancient, like a giant waking up after a thousand-year sleep. Elias retreated inside, sliding the glass doors shut just as the first drop hit. It wasn't water. It was a jagged shard of ice, the size of a fist, that shattered against the railing with the force of a gunshot. Then, the power died.
Elias didn't breathe. The storm had arrived, and it was looking for a way in.