Part IV – The Journal There was a distinct nothingness in that cabin, a sort of emptiness that spoke a novel in its details but left behind that eerie emptiness that reminded her of a corpse. Where t
Part III: Out of Touch The next day came. With no budge in the snowstorm, Ephalys was convinced that she had hallucinated the very concept of the sun. No matter how her amber eyes searched the thick
Part II: The Beast in the Snow The storm never ceased but it did slow after a time, giving way from dark menacing clouds to ones a softer shade of silver. Her discontent evolved over those days from
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