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The room was cold. The sun entered, bathed and was reflected as far as it could reach, transmitting all its energy; no breeze ventured through the pale, light drawn curtains; Childish laughter and excited voices echoed from the lower courtyard, clear as if only separated by a wall. And the cold remained. Intense cold, which came from within rather than without, implacably enveloped his spirit and reflected in his body through the pale cheeks and icy hands, the dry lips and slight tremor of the limbs, the eyes that burned in the will not tired of crying. *~* Fic as a gift for Mihi.
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