by Toby O’Ryan
Winter. . . The Mountains. . . Some Time in the Future. . .
Rang looked down the slope, but dusk was already lowering down. She could taste the December storm coming up in the air. Tok and Sarny, the two youngest, had fallen behind and now it had been almost half an hour. If they didn’t show up soon, she’d have to get a few of the others to go with her to find them.
Rang w
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