Chapter 54

At first glance, it was easy to assume Spring had been an old woman when she’d been given the Cure. She was hobbled, bent over and bowed along the spine. Her hair was long, wispy, and white as snow. Her skin was tanned and leathery, something one didn’t see often post-Cure; tanning was, after all, a skin response to UV radiation. The Cure healed the cells as fast as they could change color.

Spring walked with a cane and an aide, and every step was painful to watch, though probably not as painful as it was to experience. Spring’s expression when moving was twisted into a grimace of concentration. She wore long, loose robes that hung off her frail body. The room, already quiet, went absolutely silent as Spring made her way to her appointed chair.