The moon hangs low and fat, a creamy disc in the inky sky, as we finally reach the outer woods.
My fingers tremble where they grip the strap of my worn backpack. Just a few more feet, a silent step across an invisible line, and I’ll be breathing the air of true freedom.
A shiver, not entirely from the night’s chill, runs down my spine.
The town was silent when we passed through. Not a single sign of life outside, with the lights in almost all the houses put out.
Almost all, because there's that few rebellious homes that stay up till way past midnight.
Lior promised that there's a car waiting for us just outside the borders which according to my calculations, shouldn't be any further from here now.
Then, like a phantom conjured from the shadows between the ancient trees, Nox appears
