Chapter 9
As we walked up the road towards my house, we could see the well standing alone in the center of the commons at the top of the hill silhouetted against the graying sky.
"Tell me about these footsteps," Thorbjorn said.
"There's nothing more to tell," I said. "They came and went so quickly. I was the only one outside, or at least it felt that way. And the air had a strange quality to it. You know how when it's really cold it feels like sound can just travel forever? And it's not like being in a fog, where every sound is like it's coming from all around you. No, in the cold air it's more like everything you hear is the same volume, near or far, and you can hear things from so very far away. Do you know what I mean?"
"A bit," he said, but pressed on for more concrete information.
