A nice winter scene from Passages came to mind this week as we finally got a few inches here in Virginia. Enjoy!
Snow had started falling on Zeffir when I vectored to the patch of woods I’d used previously, hoping to avoid detection. As we hurried between the skinny trees, tiny flakes pattered upon the dried leaves. A few inches of white lay in the field furrows, creating stripes across the land—like old-fashioned prison stripes. Thanks to my guard, we wouldn’t be wearing those or more modern lock-down garb. Eve had put aside her fears for Sabein and Cyrem and performed her function at Cavvert’s Conducer. And I’d done my best to help, deactivating the three guards she’d immobilized and barricading them in the station with a flatbed of boxes.
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