I heard someone say once that death was a terminal adventure. The comment came back to me as I stared at the dead body, fifteen feet ahead of me, lying face-up in a half-frozen puddle. “What do you make of it?” Bill Rashleigh stood next to me, hands in pockets, stifling shivers.
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