Outside the Walls: The Maker's Place

       
           
      The Moon was windblown and bright. I could see the girl, but she was an outline, part of the night, and she didn't answer me. She just started walking again, heading back toward the wagon road. We followed her until she turned and gestured at us to stop. "Hide here and wait for me," she whispered.          Before we could react, she was running down the narrow, muddy tr...