Still, some days I missed the warmth of my hearth in the coldest winters. I missed the creeping of vines as they pried apart my masonry. I missed the feeling of halls. Ah, those sweeping halls and crimson curtains.


Finally They found a body in the rubble. Everyone knew who it was. A dozen costumed teens and a dozen firefighters saw Annalise Grisholme. She ran back into…