The cold snapped Keter awake. A shiver ran straight through his bones, and it felt as if needles were piercing his body all over. It was natural that he was cold since he had been lying outside half-naked in the dead of winter. However, to Keter, cold felt different.
“Haa.”
It was strange yet familiar. When Keter was young, the thing he feared the most was the cold. Winter terrified him, only second to hunger. The summers in Liqueur were incredibly hot, but it was at least bearable if he walked around naked since no sunlight reached Liqueur. However, the cold in Liqueur froze to the core.
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