I curl up, trembling, in the snow.
My ribs seem to have closed upon my lungs, because the breaths feel short and restricted.
I consider this, then close my eyes, forcing myself to slow. The panting gradates to gasping, and then to a gentler sigh.
When I now raise my head, the landscape is sharper. I can see the horizon, and the stars, and the snow scattered about my talons.
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The Shallows
FanfictionThere is something in the water, and General Oapha resolves to find out what it is.
