Chapter 81 The Weight Of Silence
- “Come on!” the strained words escaped my mouth as I gasped mouth wide.
- The air was sharp with the chilling bite of winter. It carried with it the scent of damp earth and fresh snow. The sky above was a pale slate, the sun a cold, distant thing barely peeking through the canopy of frost-bitten trees.
- And I was on my ass. Again.