"return to the village" by Jason Scheier
Dark was the sky, and cold were the winds that howled across the Red valley of Songi, kicking up the white snows that had blanketed the earth.
Two straw-cloaked figures cut across a lantern-lit road, into the village of Sagwa. A wide brimmed hat made...
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