A hacking cough ripped Litha, tearing her body from the inside out. She doubled over in her cane-woven chair, succumbing to its vile clutches. Gasping, the heavy wetness in her lungs clung to her insides, and left her perspiring with an acrid sweat. Litha clutched her ribs through her worn woolen wrap, trying to breathe without the hard thump of panic in her chest, her head hanging and eyes closed.
|The Man in White: A Dark Tale of Sacrifice By Jean Lowe Carlson|