Elias set down his magnifying glass. He knew that voice. It was his father’s, a man who had vanished thirty years ago on a night just like this. Driven by a compulsion he couldn't name, Elias grabbed his lantern and stepped into the storm.
As Elias turned the key in his palm, the wind suddenly died. The forest went silent for the first time in his life. The Whisperers were gone. The Whisperers
: A ruthless group of survivors who wear the skins of walkers to blend into herds and move undetected. Elias set down his magnifying glass
"Under the frost, the key remains," it hissed through the cracks of his workshop window. the key remains