Third day of the fourth knot, snow blocked the door and I was trapped for two days. With the firelight shrunk down this small, covering the back of my hand with my sleeve felt too foolish to keep doing, so I stopped.

• Granny JayaThat scar isn't a burn. It's the mark of holding onto fire.
  CholmonYou've stared at ash too long, old woman.
• UranTrapped for two whole days, you'd think at least one word would've leaked out, but nothing reached our ger at all.
  CholmonThe snow is thick.
• Village Chief DolgorFour knots have passed now. In the camp's count, there's still a blank space where your name should be.