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

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I clawed hard-packed snow away from her neck, shoulders, and back.

The ice scraped my skin raw, but I barely noticed until my fingers struck something cold and solid beneath the drift.

When I brushed the snow aside, I found a metal chain pulled tight against her neck.

It was not a leash, and it had not become tangled there by accident.

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