They Laughed When She Inherited a Ruined Cabin and a “Breathing” Cave—But That Place Would Keep Her Warm When Nothing Else Could

planks for a corridor he never finished, and everyone in Mercy Crossing had nodded and said they always knew he was crazy.

I was not going to let them be right.

The next day I walked the 3 miles into Mercy Crossing to buy supplies. Mercy Crossing was barely a town: a church, a mercantile with a post office in the back, a blacksmith shop, a small wool continue reading …