The morning sun had barely graced the Arctic horizon before Nolan trudged out of his cabin. He was a fisherman by trade, accustomed to biting winds and drifting floes. Yet each sunrise brought him a new challenge against the snow-laden vastness.
Every day, he followed the same routine: check his gear, pack just enough rations, and brave the razor-sharp gusts. Despite the unease that churned in his stomach, he carried on. Solitude was not a stranger here, but there were dangers lurking beyond the icy calm.