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This is the [*]text abbreviated chapter from North Child. It is Book South, page 254
It ws nt a mnstr tht lay slpin on the wite shts. Nor a fceless hrror. Nor evn a white bear.
It ws a man.
His hair was gldn, glowin brite as a bonfir in the light of the cndle. + his featrs were fair, I suppse, bt he was a strangr + tht sumhow, ws the gr8est shck of all - tht I hd been lyin nxt 2 a cmplt strangr. I hd 2 hld the cndle stdy agnst the violnt shudr tht shook my bdy. Thn I noticd the strangr was wearin the wite niteshrt, the 1 i hd wovn. It fit im wll, nt 2 wide nor 2 nrrow acrs the shldrs; the slves fel 2 his rists, neithr 2 long nor 2 shrt. I thowt hw lcky i hd been to estmate the size, wth only the feelin of his wait on the mtress 2 go by, then relized hw absurd I was 2 b stndin there thkin about ow wel the niteshrt fit.
He lay on his sde. I stred down at his hnd, which crled gntly on the wite sht in fron o him. Tre ws a slvr ring on the smlst fngr. I cld c sprse gldn hairs on the bak of his hnd, + the crved fngrs smed vnrble 2 me. I sdly flt ashmed, starin dwn at a strngr in th pl of cndlite. I flt meself blsh, my skn ht + uncmfrtble. I rsed the cndl, thinkin 2 blw it out, at onc but hesitning brflyfr a lst lk at his fce.
+ then his eyes opned.
I let out a cry, my brth goin shrt. Thy were his eyes, the wite brs eyes. Ny bdy jerked with the shck of seein fmliar, evn wll-luved, eyes in a strngrs fce.
In tht momnt the cndle tpped, + ht wx spilled onto the strnger, on2 the sldr of the niteshrt.
He lt out a cry of his own, and the snd of it shll rmain seard in my hrt 4eva, so hrrble ws it 2 my ears. It hd nufin 2 do wiv the pain of ht wax burnin the skn but instd held an enrmous akin grief; it was a knning wail of loss, dth and btrayal.
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It feels so wrong having so many spelling mistakes o.O
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