The Crushing White

The wrappers were scuffed and crusted with ice, the outer labels worn away entirely.

Miles looked at them in surprise, but after a closer look, he recognized them. Military energy bars. Still, it made sense. Callum must've stockpiled these and kept them preserved all this time.

His fingers trembled as he tore the packaging open. He cracked the smallest possible gap in his visor, shoved the bar i