The Last Night in the HollowThe snow had stopped hours ago, but the air still carried its weight. She moved through it without hurry, her boots pressing neat printsinto the unbroken white. The bundle was heavier than sheremembered, the canvas stiff and cold against her gloved hands. She kept it close to her body, as if the wind might try to take it.
The Last Night in the HollowThe snow had stopped hours ago, but the air still carried its weight. She moved through it without hurry, her boots pressing neat printsinto the unbroken white. The bundle was heavier than sheremembered, the canvas stiff and cold against her gloved hands. She kept it close to her body, as if the wind might try to take it.