The Pining Frost | Part 4
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Saelith has gone.
Not a foot print, nor signs of struggle within our homestead. There was only a thin trail of frost leading toward the Blackwood groves.
The elders say not to follow. They claim that the ice beyond the village has begun to listen, that something stirs beneath the ice and Mists. Something twisted and terrible.
But they did not squeeze her hands in the mornings. They did not breathe to hear her laugh.
If she is lost, I will find her.
If she has been taken, I will bring her back.
- B.