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... nd black, the color of last bruises. Orsell was, Soren found himself unable to finish the sentence, even inside his head.
The body was Orsell shaped, curled on itself, rime climbing every fold of the old city coat, as if the cold were still working to reshape him into something less offensive to the snow. Soren knelt by it.
His first impulse was to brush the ice from Orsell’s hair, but it didn’t seem right to touch him now. The merchant, emerging from his fleeces, fixed the scene ...
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