Chapter 7 · free to read
The storm did not pass. It settled over the cave mouth and waited, the way a wolf waits at a burrow.
There was no modesty left to spend, and no lie either. Skin against skin, the two of them finally ran out of places to hide.
Every monster in this waste had once been somebody's warm hands. That was the whole curse, and nobody had ever named it out loud.
By first light the storm was gone, and the snow had been walked on all night by something with no weight.
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