Chapter 20There were fewer people in the street, fewer bodies behind the blinds of closed windows. In the darkness of the midwinter sky, there was a dim radiance that could be perceived just barely with the naked eye.
She lifted her head, looking up at it, her breath crystallizing in the air before her as the two of them stood outside the closed crêperie, the little stand now unoccupied, empty of the man she had taken for granted in his function of doling out thin pancakes and cream.
Ahead of her, her sister looked out, her hands folded in the warm fur of a muff, a rabbit once, perhaps, now a commodity.
It was a lonely world, Muninn thought, the lack of people on the street, the lack of the warmth and conversation and interaction reminding her of something holy, something sacred, someth
