We Just Gotta Do This Right.
Chapter 21 of The Ballad of Abigail Lambert
Abigail awoke inside of a large tent. She had no recollection of how she arrived here, as far as she remembered, she should’ve frozen to death out there in the snow. Yet, she found herself warm as she lay beside a small fire crackling in the middle of the space. Across the flames, an elderly Native woman sat an…
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