
To the Stone, the people are like the fog: they arrive with a chill, they cling to the cliffs for a brief, breathless moment, their lives flickering like lanterns in a gale, and then they vanish into the grey. But some leave a mark. Not a mark upon the stone itself-for the...

To the Stone, the people are like the fog: they arrive with a chill, they cling to the cliffs for a brief, breathless moment, their lives flickering like lanterns in a gale, and then they vanish into the grey. But some leave a mark. Not a mark upon the stone itself-for the...