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Their new cabin was warm and bright, comforting in all the ways such a refuge from the cold ought to be, and there was not a single corner of it in which Horatio could dwell that did not instantly remind him of Fraser.
The other man had never set foot in this cabin, of course. But he would have loved it. Waking up to find himself in the heart of winter would have put a smile on Constable Fraser's face bright enough to melt the snow outside. Horatio knew that much from the first time the island had brought them snow, and he knew it from the dream of Canada they'd all shared. Fraser ought to be here with them now, enjoying this touch of home that had reached through tropical climes to touch the island, but he wasn't, and never would be again.
Somehow, looking out the snow-covered window to the white landscape beyond was more painful than every other painful view, so Horatio turned his gaze to the wooden floor instead and sighed.
The other man had never set foot in this cabin, of course. But he would have loved it. Waking up to find himself in the heart of winter would have put a smile on Constable Fraser's face bright enough to melt the snow outside. Horatio knew that much from the first time the island had brought them snow, and he knew it from the dream of Canada they'd all shared. Fraser ought to be here with them now, enjoying this touch of home that had reached through tropical climes to touch the island, but he wasn't, and never would be again.
Somehow, looking out the snow-covered window to the white landscape beyond was more painful than every other painful view, so Horatio turned his gaze to the wooden floor instead and sighed.