On a cloudless night, the sky went dark and the earth with it. The only illumination came from the pole lantern just beyond the door, the fire in the hearth, and the few candles which now grew pitifully small and weak against a cold and endless night. Ryma lit a fresh candle and held it aloft, as if it might illuminate the moon to prove it remained, and…
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