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In her snow house on a frigid night, Silna feels a sudden warmth.
She smiles and sighs. Nothing to fear; these visits have occurred nightly since she was banished.
The sensation of gentle fingertip caresses against both cheeks. Words spoken in a low, comforting whisper: “Unnukkut, Silna. Tamaaniippunga, quviasuktungalu takujariaksaq,” followed by, “Good Evening, Silna. I’m here, and I’m so happy to see you.” A soft and lingering pressure upon her lips. Then, in a tender embrace, she’s fully enveloped by his presence.
“Alone is your way now,” her leader had said.
But he was wrong.
She has Harry Goodsir.
