Episode 5: Wildfire -

As he backed his car out, he saw a flash of movement in the brush—a buck, its coat singed, sprinting toward the river. Behind it, the first fingers of flame finally crested the hill, turning the green canopy into a crown of fire in seconds. The heat hit him through the glass, a physical blow that made his skin crawl.

The air in the valley didn't just smell like smoke; it tasted like pennies and charred pine. Episode 5: Wildfire

"I'm coming," Elias finally whispered, though his voice was lost in the wind. As he backed his car out, he saw

Elias didn't move. He was watching the "snow"—thick, gray flakes of ash drifting down to coat his garden. It was beautiful in a terrifying way, like a winter from hell. The air in the valley didn't just smell

In the small town of Oakhaven, the sirens had stopped screaming an hour ago. Now, there was only the low, rhythmic roar of the approaching front—a sound like a freight train that never arrives.