Midwinter Town: A Novella
There is still time.
Her grandfather stood up, looked at her:
“Some stories end, while others just begin.”
“True,” she replied.
“The story of my youth, ended with the guardian.”
“What happened later?”
“We won the war with Irmir.”
“Irmir?”
He looked at her, thought for a moment:
“I knew. I forgot something.”
“What?”
“Postar is only a region of Irmir.”
“So, it was only a prelude?”
“Yes.”
“How did you meet grandmother?”