"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."
"The child stood naked, but for a ragged nightshirt, barefoot on the snow-covered road. His eyes, dead pools of utter, alien, indifference, never once moved from my horse, its flanks heaving from our hard ride."