The Winter Queen beads No clear cause identified

No clear cause identified

fingers seeking the beads when no one is looking

the word catching

already reaching for the necklace

I stride into the hall

The Winter Queen beads No clear cause identifiedThe Winter Queen stepped into the clearing with empty hands. There were no others brought out this time. The necklaces that once held the longer nights had already been spent, their beads dulled, their weight gone. This was the last one left. They placed it in her hands without a word. Even before she moved, you could feel it the stored cold, pressed deep into the beads, held through the long stretch of summer when the nights had grown too short for