Rus Lands
Rus Lands
The snowy paths of Siniy Mountain are a maze that’s built to madden the mind and dull the senses.
How perfect. I do love a good puzzle.
How perfect. I do love a good puzzle.I march through an old forest of evergreens. Ice hangs from the pine needles. The rocky ground hides every footprint. All the trees look identical. That’s by design. Somewhere in these woods, there’s an entrance to an upper trail that winds to the mountaintop. And there lies the cave of Zhenshchina Vody, the Gray Woman.
My younger sister, Sash, trudges beside me. She’s tiny with golden hair and a nature to match. In terms of age, I’m pretty sure Sash is eight while I’m eleven, although it’s hard to know for certain. We’ve been meandering the countryside for years. At first, we were running from
