Chapter 27: The White LadyThrough the blizzard, Honoré sees her. There, turning the corner! He’d thought he’d lost her near Dominion Square, but there she is now, her figure barely discernible in the snow-filled air. For a moment, she seems to wait for him to catch up, but then turns and disappears. He hurries, his ankle-boots slipping, gliding over the icy patches in the dirt street. Desperately, he clutches the brick of some formless building and feels the rough brick of the wall under his palm, but his fingertips have no sense of touch. Numb, they are. As are his toes.
Where is she? Where has she gone? She called him out of his room tonight. Touched his tear-stained face with her laced fingertip. She silently comforted him. He was going to die, frozen and naked in his bed, and she save
