The big goose woke up from the cold.
It's not the coldness of a broken air conditioner, but a bone-chilling dampness with an earthy smell, as if you've just been fished out of ice water, with cold air even in the seams between your bones. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not his penthouse apartment overlooking half of the city at night - there was no climate control system, no smart lights, only a dim, dancing halo, the source of which was a crackling bonfire not far away.
