“The snow falls slowly tonight,” V said, rubbing his thumb back and forth over a thick jugular vein. Phury blinked as an odd calm came over him, his heart slowing to the rhythm of his brother’s thumb. “What?” “The snow…it falls so slowly.” “Yes…yes, it does.” “And we’ve had a lot of snow this year, haven’t we?” “Uh…yes.” “Yeah…lot of snow, and there’s going to be more. Tonight. Tomorrow. Next month. Next year. The stuff comes when it comes and falls where it will.” “That’s right,” Phury said softly. “There’s no stopping it.” “Not unless you’re the ground.” The thumb stopped. “My brother, you
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