Shosudin declares an end to the tyranny of tears

The moment Dara stopped to catch her breath her dread enveloped her again, like a suffocating velvet cloak she had trailed behind her as she ran. She saw her husband across the room, but he was only half-dressed, and in the snowy light he was blue-white as a cadaver. The fire was out, and the air smelled chilly and strange.











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