The wall of the large red tent billowed in the breeze, as if it were waving at me. The door flap was rolled open like an invitation and...

They carried me on a donkey-cart out of the August City first thing in the morning. They let me lay at my feet the pack Mother and Father...

The smell was like nothing I'd ever encountered. It filtered through the hood of my cloak and the silk mask over my nose and mouth, and...