It Was In The Cold With Us

He sat propped against the frozen juice pallets, a hollowed-out husk of a man. His chest cavity was splayed wide, the ribs forced open like the slats of a discarded crate. The cold had been his only embalmer, flash-freezing the wound into a jagged, purple bloom of ice. No blood. No mess.

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