Both Adam and Adama stood frozen. 

     What Adama saw through the snowstorm stood tall and coal black and made Adama forget all about her wounded shoulder.

     Fuck, she thought. It's her. 

​     It's her, Adam thought. Fuck. I am dead. 

     It could be no one else but Tindriss, the Coal Maiden. 

     Adam pulled something that looked very much like a coin out of his utility belt and flipped it in the direction of Abby and her family. The wind caught it to make it spin. 

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