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The Raven

Impulsively I dove into the glacial lake and swum vigorously.

"What are you doing?" Raven shouted.

I shook water droplets from my hair and laughed. I felt free and wildly alive in a way I never had imagined I would in this place.

Everything was beautiful.

Raven was beautiful. His hair was long and black, his skin ivory-pale, hard, and stretched scarce across the bones of his face.

Funny I had never really thought of him this way before. I had held him in awe as our leader: his beauty was cold and harsh.

Now a light crept into his eyes. Dared I believe my antics amused him?

I rose from the chilly water. It streamed around me in dozens of rivulets, thrilling me with the icy touch of wet and wind.

He stared as I waded toward him.

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