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Sigurd, vjesnik vječnog mraza, fantastične minijature
Sigurd went north to find the edge of the ice and came back reporting that there isn't one.
He had been a reasonable man before that — a ship's captain with a good name and a family waiting. What returned four years later spoke in the same voice, remembered the same things, and had stopped being able to feel the cold, which the settlements noticed before he did. He does not preach. He simply tells people what he saw, calmly, in order, and a certain kind of listener goes north afterwards and is not heard from again.
His family took the boat and sailed south. He has never gone looking for them.
A cold scheme that should feel wrong rather than pretty — bloodless skin, frost-rimed fur, and one void-black surface that swallows light instead of reflecting it.
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