The Debt of the Widow
Screams drifted across the water, cut short by the roar of fire and the sound of rending metal.
The white wolf looked back at the shore.
He let out a trill. A soft, melodic sound that echoed in my head.
Mommy. See? I fixed it.
The ship exploded. A wall of fire rose into the grey sky, illuminating the shore in a hellish, orange glow.
The white wolf walked back across the ice bridge. He stepped onto the sand, his fur clean, his eyes unblinking. He stood over me, his shadow falling across my face.
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