A contribution by Matt1

This was the cabin where his father was said to be.
The father he once thought was lost forever.
But despite the damp chill of a Vancouver Island winter, no smoke rose from the chimney.
Bracing himself, Jim knocked on the door. No response. He opened it and peered cautiously inside. The lodgings within seemed clean enough, even a half-drunk cup of tea and a face-down book on the table. He thought his father to be gone hunting or fishing, but with rolling thunder portending another storm? Surely not. Then his eye caught a dull metallic gleam on the floor; he picked the badge up and held it to the gloomy light. It was the badge of a Russian military official. Someone had kidnapped his father.

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