Chapter 10
They emerged onto the mountainside fifty yards behind the cabin.
Snow began falling again.
“Move!”
They ran into the trees.
Matilda still held the letter.
After several minutes, Jedodiah stopped beneath a rocky overhang.
“We lost them.”
Matilda unfolded the final section.
“What did it say?” Jedodiah asked.
She read.
Then her face changed.
“Matilda?”
She handed him the letter.
Jedodiah read the final paragraph.
His eyes widened.
“That isn't possible.”
Matilda looked toward the distant cabin.
Her voice barely escaped.
“My mother wasn't protecting me from the men who murdered Elias Harrow.”
She swallowed.
“She was protecting me from Elias Harrow himself.”
A branch snapped behind them.
Jedodiah spun with his rifle raised.
A figure stepped from between the snow-covered pines.
An elderly man.
Tall.
Silver-haired.
Wrapped in a dark coat.
He looked at Matilda as though he had waited a lifetime for this moment.
Then he spoke three words that turned everything Silas had told her upside down.
“Hello, my daughter.”
Matilda couldn't breathe.
Because around the man's neck hung the other half of her mother's silver locket.
And Elias Harrow—the man everyone in Leadville believed had been dead for twenty-three years—smiled.
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PART 3 — THE MAN WHO HAD BEEN D/E/@/D FOR TWENTY-THREE YEARS
The snow seemed to stop falling.
For one impossible second, Matilda heard nothing—not the wind through the pines, not Jedodiah's breathing beside her, not even the distant shouts coming from the cabin.
Only three words remained.
“Hello, my daughter.”
The elderly man standing between the trees looked nothing like the monster Matilda's imagination had created.
He was tall, though not as tall as Jedodiah, with silver threaded through dark hair and a face carved by age, weather, and something deeper than either.
Regret.
Around his neck hung the matching half of her mother's locket.
Matilda gripped the letter so tightly the paper crumpled.
“You're Elias Harrow?”
“I am.”
“You're supposed to be d/e/@/d.”
His mouth twisted.
“Many people worked very hard to make the world believe that.”
Jedodiah kept his rifle raised.
“If you're really Harrow, prove it.”
Elias slowly lifted both hands.
“I have no we/@/pon.”
“That isn't proof.”
“No,” Elias said. “But the scar beneath Matilda's left shoulder might be.”
Matilda froze.