# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

Malcolm Hale looked smaller than he had in court.

His face had collapsed inward, and translucent skin stretched across his hands.

For years, he had lived in my memory as a giant.

Death had reduced him to his true dimensions.

His eyes opened when we entered.

He looked first at Claire.

Then at Daniel.

Finally, he looked at me.

“Thomas,” he whispered.

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