Today's OneWord: Trek

She made the trek to the top of the mountain, where the mistress's body still lay, growing ever colder. If the snow fell long enough and stayed solid for long enough, then perhaps her features would be naturally preserved. Her long hair thinning, the follicles tightening around her puckered scalp. The amber eyes still partially open. Arvey knew those eyes would lose their hue eventually, the former beauty decomposing no matter how much frost locked Kor's youth in.

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