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That Which Wills Thee [Chapter 14] The footsteps in the snow led them away from the path they had been following. Jane kept looking back behind them at the road and the line of cleared trees, watching as it disappeared. “Who could be out here in such weather?” Jane asked. Bryna slowed her tread toContinue reading “The Treads”

That Which Wills Thee [Chapter 13] Jane knelt down in front of James and petted the backs of her hands against his cheeks. The skin was red and cold. The little boy looked about at the surroundings, refusing to even turn in his mother’s direction. “James,” she spoke up, grabbing up his hands in hers.Continue reading “The Call”

That Which Wills Thee [Chapter 12] “I saw it before,” James muttered lowly. Bryna was bouncing Marie on her hip, attempting to make the little girl stop crying. Jane prodded at the fire, or what remained of it, in search of any warmth in the barely glowing embers. The clothing up to her ankles wasContinue reading “The Wild”

That Which Wills Thee [Chapter 11] The wind blew that night, but the snow held off. The four of them camped against the face of an old eroded hillside, back to the cold rock and facing a cramped, licking fire. Bryna and James had managed to gather up the meager amount of wood and lightContinue reading “The Wisp”

That Which Wills Thee [Chapter 10] The old road was hardly able to be tracked, only visible as the division through the trees and their canopies above. The horse trudged along tepidly through the snow. It was fresh and deep. Jane was the first to ride the animal. The saddle was old and disused, theContinue reading “The Way”