A Wind Revealed The crooked room had a musty, mildew smell nearly hiding the smell of black powder and smoke. The floor had a layer of splintered and burnt wood, shattered glass and unidentifiable chunks of rubble strewn about. Everything had a visible layer of grey dust and ash covering it, blown in from the night before. The wind whistled in the room through the cracks, tugging at long walnut coloured hair of the room's only occupant; a woman dressed in dark clothes mostly hidden by a long black coat tied to fit her form. She cautiously walked around the larger bits of splintered wood towards the centre of the room. She kicked bits of rubble around, s