The Last FairchildI have been sick and close to death since my youth. I stand helpless and desperate before your terrors.
Your fierce anger has overwhelmed me. Your terrors have paralyzed me.
They swirl around me like floodwaters all day long. They have engulfed me completely.
You have taken away my companions and loved ones. Darkness is my closest friend.
The town is empty, just like the one before it. Just like all the ones before it. The thick layer of snow covering the houses, shacks and stores, the wagons outside them, the well at the center of the town, and the road itself, creates a scene of deceptive serenity. No sound can be heard that gives any evidence of the people who once lived here. No squeaking of wagon wheels, no clopping of horses' hooves, no hammering in the smithy, no voices of neighbors calling to each other, no laughter of children.
Children. The snow seems so incomplete wit