Days pass. Weeks. Snow rolls in again, thick sticky flakes that carpet Mercy and the abbey too, and many mornings there are fresh footprints leading out into the lane toward the distant horizon. Away, away, people are going away: too scared to stay, some Sisters desert. More than a few villagers join them, seeking a sanctuary not yet put to fire.
This week’s Missing moment wraps up! Or as Ash and I have been calling them lately, “Missingmo.” Sounds like one of my favorite Pokemon.