Depths of the Cave

The storm had kept the world white longer than it had been expected. The snow stuck at the face of the cliff outside and entered all the crevices. The fire was a little, obstinate fire that had been burning in the cave. It gave light and little else. The group huddled close. No one wanted to move much. The cold sat in their bones.

Annabelle remained close to fires. She had a cup of tin in her hands, and held as it were a warm cordial object that would save her. She did not ...