no mass for the dead in the chapel and no procession. He had not died but he had faded out like a film in the sun.
No films made
death chill touch the extremities and creep onward towards the heart, the film of death veiling the eyes, the bright centres
A film still veiled his eyes but they burned no longer. A power, akin to that which had often made anger or resentment
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