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In the early hours of the morning he heard more stalking feet. He picked her up and escaped to the surface, to the broken steps of a church. The bright stars shone down on them like diamonds. "When are we going to die?" she murmured, eyes still closed. "Soon." She felt his words rumble in his chest. "Can't we go?" she asked, eyes pleading. "We won't be able to leave fast enough now," he said. The snow whispered down from the darkness above, settling into her hair. "I don't want to die," she said softly. "I know," he said. "Nor I." He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, his rough knuckles skimming her soft cheek. She shivere