Charlotte pov
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Snow covered my splayed fingers. Days… weeks… maybe even a month. Time passed in this ethereal manner, far faster than even the best of senses could catalog. And so I stood an offered hand to the body who lay so awestruck below me.
He didn't take it. His eyes gaped as his brain stuttered to work. My back was the last he would see of me, 'cept in the rarest of circumstances. Yet that was still far from our current now… a time I knew would be a lesson for the man. Would he sink or swim? I wonder.
