The figure stands outside the frost laden window. His hood is draped low over his eyes and face. His bony fingers extend from his hand and run down the window. He looks through the glass at a cold body on the floor. Its soul long gone from its lifeless shell. The figure outside the window disappears into a black fog, and then reappears next to the man's body. He leans down over his face and then looks up at the sealing. The man's soul floats in the amber candlelight, gently touching the ceiling as it bobbles up and down. The figure extends his hand towards the soul and slowly grabs it. With his other hand he produces a bag from his belt. He then drops the misty soul into the brown burlap bag. He disappears into black fog again.
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