Chapter 196 A Long Walk
- Faye
- Emelda tucks my hand in the crook of her elbow as we walk through the fog. It’s drizzling, and the sky’s a deep gray in the faint early morning sunlight peeking through the mist.
- “Does it always rain like this here?” I ask, turning to Emelda. She smiles down at me, her face shielded by the hood of her crimson cloak.