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Perhaps
he
slept
.
He
was
walking
.
A
cold
wind
tugged
at
his
clothes
.
The
tiny
snowflakes
were
little
more
than
a
crystalline
dust
which
gusted
and
flurried
in
the
wind
.
There
were
trees
,
bare
of
leaves
in
the
winter
.
There
were
high
hills
on
each
side
of
him
.
It
was
late
on
a
winter
’
s
afternoon
:
the
sky
and
the
snow
had
attained
the
same
deep
shade
of
purple
.
Somewhere
ahead
of
him
—
in
this
light
,
distances
were
impossible
to
judge
—
the
flames
of
a
bonfire
flickered
,
yellow
and
orange
.
A
gray
wolf
padded
through
the
snow
before
him
.
Shadow
stopped
.
The
wolf
stopped
also
,
and
turned
,
and
waited
.
One
of
its
eyes
glinted
yellowish
-
green
.
Shadow
shrugged
and
walked
toward
the
flames
and
the
wolf
ambled
ahead
of
him
.
The
bonfire
burned
in
the
middle
of
a
grove
of
trees
.
There
must
have
been
a
hundred
trees
,
planted
in
two
rows
.
There
were
shapes
hanging
from
the
trees
.
At
the
end
of
the
rows
was
a
building
that
looked
a
little
like
an
overturned
boat
.
It
was
carved
of
wood
,
and
it
crawled
with
wooden
creatures
and
wooden
faces
—
dragons
,
gryphons
,
trolls
and
boars
—
all
of
them
dancing
in
the
flickering
light
of
the
fire
.
The
bonfire
was
so
high
,
and
burning
so
hard
,
that
Shadow
could
barely
approach
it
.
The
wolf
seemed
unfazed
,
and
it
padded
around
the
crackling
fire
.
He
waited
for
it
to
return
,
but
in
place
of
the
wolf
a
man
walked
back
around
the
fire
.
He
was
leaning
on
a
tall
stick
.
