Servant of the Enemy Part II

Written By R.M. Garino

Rose Whitcon tsked at the sight, but continued on her way. It was no affair of hers what others did this night.

She huddled deeper inside her layers of clothing when the sea winds gusted. They rattled the shutters and signs, never seeming to stop. She hated the way she had to wear so many clothes, none of them fancy or nice, without them ever helping against the bitter chill. The cold and damp seeped through and froze you to the bone.

Easy weather to get sick in, she thoug...