Expelled from her home at fourteen, the girl dug a cave in the well; when spring arrived, she was the only one left alive.
—Soul! Soul, please! The voice broke again above, drowned out by the wind and snow. Alma remained motionless inside the burrow, her back pressed against the stone, her heart pounding so hard that for a second she thought the noise would betray her. Outside, the storm roared as if it wanted to uproot the mountain….
