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... l. Ihre Augen waren nur leicht geöffnet und ihre leisen Atemzüge hallten über das stille Schneefeld.

Es gab kein anderes Geräusch als Neveahs Atmen und das kaum hörbare Rieseln des Schnees, der auf den Boden fiel und seinen Platz im weißen Feld einnahm.

Mit jedem Atemzug verlangte Neveah nach mehr und so atmete sie noch tiefer ein, ihre Lungen dehnten sich bis zu ihrer maximalen Kapazität aus, aber es fühlte sich immer noch nicht genug an... nicht annähernd.

Schmerz war w ...

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