1) In the sunlight a man walked, away from the shadows. His eyes were a pale blue, his hair blonde. But on his face was the strangest smile, a smile that seemed to be purely for another's comfort; and his eyes were panicked. He continued to smile, and soon the entire crowd was smiling with the same smile, and with the same face.
2) Where he walked, there was silence.
Where he looked, there was nothing.
And so he walked. He walked slowly, deliberately.
And he laughed.
He laughed as his body failed him.
And he laughed as he died.
3) The man next to me has a grip like iron. His breath is like ice, and his eyes like coals. He grabs an iron brand from the fire and presses it against my skin. My father smiles gently as I cry, and presses the brand to my lips.
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