Chapter 21
On a low hearth near a poky house, spread on a homemade wire grid, grilled the hare. I was dressed in Klim’s clothes, which were almost twice too big for me, and sat down by the fire to get warm. Klim brought me an herbal tincture in the bottom of a deep aluminium bowl and told me to drink it. The medicine smelled of alcohol and the forest... A hot wave burned my throat and a warm stream of liquid, slowly and confidently, dropped into my stomach, warming me from the inside.
My thoughts were scattered, like incinerated logs. I had seen my terrible death. In an awful world and sick people - everything that Red had warned me about. Was I the cause of all this, and was I the victim?
“Can heaven become hell”? I gazed into the sad transparent eyes, on the contrary.
“Are you talkin
