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Out by the lake, in the snow, someone is making a hole in the air. It widens suddenly, limned in faint green light as a tall black-clad figure darts out of it.
He makes it a step or two before stumbling, going to one knee in the snow, catching himself on one quickly outflung arm. Raven stays that way for a moment, breathing deep, then pushes himself up into a crouch. The cracks in his skin are stark in the moonlight.
He takes another breath, dark eyes fixed on the lake--or perhaps somewhere beyond the lake. Occasionally he shivers.
And gradually the snow around him begins to melt.
He makes it a step or two before stumbling, going to one knee in the snow, catching himself on one quickly outflung arm. Raven stays that way for a moment, breathing deep, then pushes himself up into a crouch. The cracks in his skin are stark in the moonlight.
He takes another breath, dark eyes fixed on the lake--or perhaps somewhere beyond the lake. Occasionally he shivers.
And gradually the snow around him begins to melt.