Is it the smoke?’ the boy said, shivering slightly. ‘I’ve never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one…like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart…and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging.
Is it the smoke?’ the boy said, shivering slightly. ‘I’ve never touched the stuff, myself, but how it claws at one…like a thorn in every one of your fingers, and a string around your heart…and one fees it always. Nagging. Nagging.