Twenty twoBy late morning, the snow, which up until then had been little more than the occasional flurry, came down far more thickly, reducing visibility to around twenty paces. Astride her mule, Violet twisted to peer towards Silas, whose own mount appeared to buckle under the weight of its burden. Silas truly was an enormous individual. She did not believe she had ever come across a man so large. Despite his size and his frightening strength, he appeared to be suffering dreadfully from the cold. Huddled in his coat, he shivered constantly, his great bulk quivering like the precursor to an earthquake. His skin had taken on a deathly pallor, blue-grey like the surrounding rocks. She doubted he would last much longer and decided to take a circuitous route to her old cabin, one which would g
