Chapter Six
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GreyCollecting Sunyin's crumpled form was a bittersweet torment. The tang of blood, which seeped from both a cut forehead and gashed arm, was like a natural aphrodisiac. I had no choice but to resist.
“Sunyin,” I said taking a handful of snow and mopping at his injuries. “Sunyin, it is I, Jean.”
There was no response. I tried to compress some snow to water to provide a drink, but the cold hands of the dead refused so simple a task. Instead, I took a handful of that most bountiful provision and tried to feed him it. Most fell from Sunyin's mouth to his robe, but some melted into his mouth if judged by his gulping throat. Scant else revealed any sign of life. His milk-white eyes stared off into the night at I knew not what as he lay otherwise limp. I offered him a little
