And the cold. They are on the road, white with frost, a woman and a young man. Standing stock still, watching the house. The house is bare inside and out. The interior still unlit. Beyond the windows a tall man, gray-haired and thin, looks in the direction of the road. Night deepens. And the cold. There they are, in front of the house. They look around. The road is empty, the sky dark against it. They do not seem to be waiting for anything. The woman heads up to the door of the house first. The young man follows her. It’s she who enters the house first. The young man follows. She’s the one who closes the door behind them. At the far end of the room: a tall thin man with gray hair watches them enter. It’s the woman who speaks. “Is this the house of Abahn?” He doesn’t answer. “Is it?” She waits. He does not answer. She is small and slim, wearing a long black dress. Her companion is of medium build, wearing a coat lined with white fur. “I’m Sabana,” she says. “This is David.
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