"The wind grasped his body in its icicle teeth and gnawed at him persistently, tolerable within any given instant but unbearable in summation. The cold had multiplied itself upon his despairing blood, which had long awaited a return to the entropic chill from which it was born; but in the meantime could only welcome its assailant with a gasp of pain and then blessed numbness. Half of him had already died, and only the lure of that single impossibly distant beacon called him forward to meet what fate might come."

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