EPILOGUE
Hours later, when the new sun had sunk and a blue-grey darkness had returned to London, a small, fur-clad figure sped through the city streets. Sprinting through alleyways, she moved with startling speed. Her face was pale and innocent against the moonlight but determination blazed in her eyes.
When she saw a sign that read “Hyde Park” she pulled her animal skins tighter and bulldozed through a hedge below it. On the other side, The Winter Freak Show elves were packing up for the night. The little figure bypassed the bright, golden light of their bonfire and skirted the camp’s edge until she felt her skin crawl and knew she was travelling in the right direction.
The Lonely Wagon wasn’t far, sitting in the eerie silence of its lifeless clearing. Her breath, clouding in the air,
