death chill touch the extremities and creep onward towards the heart, the film of death veiling the eyes, the bright centres
No films made
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.
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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