“She did not shrink back. She did not turn away. There in the dark, she too was made whole, forged anew. The candles flared. The shadows drank her in and she swallowed them down. Harlow Krane was more herself than she had ever been, and now she was becoming something more than she had ever been before.”

“She did not shrink back. She did not turn away. There in the dark, she too was made whole, forged anew. The candles flared. The shadows drank her in and she swallowed them down. Harlow Krane was more herself than she had ever been, and now she was becoming something more than she had ever been before.”

— Allison Carr Waechter