the smuggler’s bible


She leaves at midnight with her collar turned up against the wind and takes the third path. The forest falls silent as she steps into the shadow. Every breath billows in front of her and seems to shimmer faintly. The cold is biting, but her father’s sword is strangely light in her hand.

She walks for several minutes, twisting through the gloom, and almost misses the door, it blends so well into the forest. But a glint of light shines like a spark through the keyhole.

Gisela pauses to take a deep breath and shears the lock with one swing.