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"The hedgerow glistened as if the snow possessed a light of its own; when the sky darkened towards evening, an unearthly, reflected pallor remained behind upon the winter’s landscape, while still the soft flakes floated down [...] Nothing has passed that way all day; the road is white and unmarked as a spilled bolt of bridal satin."

"The heavy sword, unsheathed, grey as that November morning, sharp as childbirth, mortal."

"yes, a skull, so utterly denuded, now, of flesh, that it scarcely seemed possible the stark bone had once been richly upholstered with life."