chilcat

Updated: May 24, 2025

And then she died, in the heart of the winter, died in childbirth, up there on the Chilcat Station. She held my hand to the last, the ice creeping up inside the door and spreading thick on the gut of the window. Outside, the lone howl of the wolf and the Silence; inside, death and the Silence.

Jack London - The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke