The Pale Covenant
Morag put a piece of the snake molt between her teeth on the evening we were married, and I watched her do it with a fascination that I have never been able to explain to anyone else, because the explanation would require words for things that have no words. The molt was beautiful. It was a complete shed skin of an adder—translucent as glass, curved like a sleeping thing, the head still formed...
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