Chapter 75

Lyra

Droplets of water fall down on my head.

They are slow, at first. Just a drizzle. But the darkening skies and the smell in the air tells me a storm's going to brew soon. The cold breeze hits my face, cutting through me. I wrap my arms around myself, pull my jacket tighter, and continue to move forward. I've been walking for hours, and I still haven't figured out what the fuck to