She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. Plote was sleeping or deaf.
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