When he forced open his eyes and saw the blinding white of snow surrounding him, he remembered abruptly that he was not in Hammerfell anymore. But this feeling was different - it numbed rather than burned, and it bit deep, like it was trying to eat down to his very bones. He had awoken to the burn of heat across his face many a time before, during his travels in the Alik’r Desert, when he’d stopped for midday rests and slept long enough for the sun’s rays to creep into his shade.
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