Chapter 31 When The Mist Moves
- The curfew sirens began earlier now.
- At four in the afternoon, long before the sun could even attempt to pierce the ashen sky, Talawan’s streets emptied. Market stalls shuttered. Doors bolted. The once-cluttered alleys now lay silent, save for the occasional patrol vehicle rumbling past, its headlights cutting through the fog of cold and ice.
- Lucy remained indoors.