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She had walked to the compound in the dark with her hood pulled up over her hair and Flo bundled against her chest. Her boots had been the only sound in the snowy night. Had she still been in her former aspect, she'd have unmade, destroyed, and made it so that sun would not have risen on a world in which her daughter was missing.
She would have rendered and undone.
Still, she had no power in this place, other than the power that mothers have anyway, and she walked in the direction of the compound while Mike went to wake Tom.
She found him in the office, pouring over papers in the dim light. Flo had fallen asleep again, and Eostre cradled the back of her head.
"She's gone, Sam."
She would have rendered and undone.
Still, she had no power in this place, other than the power that mothers have anyway, and she walked in the direction of the compound while Mike went to wake Tom.
She found him in the office, pouring over papers in the dim light. Flo had fallen asleep again, and Eostre cradled the back of her head.
"She's gone, Sam."