![]() ![]() ![]() I could still see his blond hair fanned out around his head, his empty eyes wide open and staring into nothing. Lying across the perfect white snow, blood seeping out around him in a melted pool. Iri’s lifeless body at the bottom of the trench. I remembered it so clearly-the picture of him like a reflection on ice. We’d been friends before that day, but we hadn’t really needed each other until then. That was real.” It was the same battle that took Mýra’s sister. She stood, shifting an armful of axes up onto her shoulder. ![]() “Have you ever seen something like that before?” I whispered. I hadn’t been able to say the words over Iri’s body the way I had when my mother died, but Sigr had taken him anyway. I swallowed down the lump in my throat before I opened my eyes and looked down into the woman’s peaceful face one more time. “Take my love to my mother and my brother. I closed my eyes as the prayer found a familiar place on my tongue. ![]()
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