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The heart of winter: She is listening… The frozen air is transparent, smooth and brittle; it rings like a knifeblade against bone. The sound of her breath, as it freezes, is a soft murmuring, like cloth on cloth. The muffled wingbeats of a snowy owl rise and fall, reverberating down long corridors of dream, deep …

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