<p><strong>The Last Night in the Hollow</strong></p><p>The snow had stopped hours ago but the air still carried its weight.</p><p>She moved through it without hurry her boots pressing neat prints</p><p>into the unbroken white. The bundle was heavier than she</p><p>remembered the canvas stiff and cold against her gloved hands.</p><p>She kept it close to her body as if the wind might try to take it.</p>