Blankets and Hanging Offences
When the Yule fires are lit you better stay inside because the dead are walking among the living and they’re there to punish those who have violated old traditions.
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Hank wrapped the blanket tighter around Steel and himself. The rum was warming from the inside, but it wasn’t nearly enough. The occasional snowflake drifted down from the dark sky and Hank could smell both the winter in the night and the smoke on Steel. Aurora flew peacefully, the steady sounds of the steam filling the balloon almost made him nod off.
“We could always have it like this.” Steel burrowed down a little closer.
“We could always be freezing our arses off on deck?” Hank chuckled and took another swallow from the bottle.
“No.” Steel poked a finger in his middle and Hank wr
