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  • Meik felt his breath freeze on his lips. Underneath him the moon and stars lay imprisoned like a stepmother's mirror slave. He stood on knives, cutting white powder into the midnight air. He let the frost tie his eyelashes together, opening them just before the wind sealed his eyes forever. The only living things breathing were the trees, and they breathed slower than they talked. Meik blinked, smiled and pushed himself across the ice for one more circuit of Chiemsee under the mirror sky.
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