Cold. Never in his life had he felt it like this. The burning sensation of a thousand knives brutally piercing the body, ripping off every piece of flesh, leaving nothing but bare bones. It was pain; torture; death. All feeling then numbed; biting the lip so hard that blood blossomed, and yet it didn't hurt. He couldn't feel anything except the loneliness that clothed him now.

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