Daughter of ash

h the fjords, the Norns sp

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The Girl

d a voice i

eved in omens. The old women muttered to each other that the ice had come too early this year. The skald spoke of f

oots that plunged into the rock like talons. They called it Gamallaska, the Old Ash. They said it

spoke

hat was not from the wind. A heat behind the eyes that wasn't fe

was ankle-deep and clean, untouched. The village dogs hadn't stirred, and neither had her younger bro

p until she re

she sat, knees hugged t

, she wa

cold, and endless-that spoke her name

as a feeling.

ind or snow, but somethi