Part 1, Tales of the Big Bad Wolf, Red Riding HoodWinter, 1304In DecemberWings can not cut the cold night and take flight.Instead the bird will fall where the dark ones wait.In the northern lands, the first fall of snow came early. In those woods, a woman walked the empty road. The sound of her steps moving crisply on frozen dirt broke the silence of falling snow, creating a restlessness in the woods around her. She was a flash of red in an otherwise uniformly pale scene of trees, snow, and sky. There had been no one on the road for hours; those who preferred the gentle predictability of spring, the plentiful harvests of summer and autumn had long left these roads weeks previously. T
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