In his gaze seemed to be hidden a thousand mountains and rivers, eventually drying up.
He waved his hand, called the person who had been guarding the door to come in, and softly said, "Take her away."
The person nodded, walked over without a word, and carried the unconscious Aldana Candi from the bed.
Cold moonlight shone in from outside the window, filling the small bedroom with shadowy light. Standing still, Philip Shaw took a deep breath, then slowly turned around and sat on the bed where Aldana Candi had slept.
He covered his mouth, as if choked by the cold air, and coughed softly.
The blood flowing in his veins seemed frozen by the enduring chill of the night, and its flow seemed to slow down.
He became stiff, sluggish, and cold.
He slowly collapsed onto the bed, searching for the faint trace of fragrance left by Aldana Candi in the cold air.
