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" Jace stood, and without looking down, tore open the plastic bag. He walked to the edge of the clearing, numbly at first, as his fingers dug into what was once Victor's body and scattered him across the snow and ground. Then he began crying, movingfaster, spinning around as he tossed away a fistful of ashes. He anointed the shelter with them, sprinkled them into the fire, tossed them into the air and watched them fly. By the time he was finished they were everywhere, the ground, the trees, his hair, his lips. This place was Victor now. "
― Jay Bell , Something Like Autumn (Something Like, #2)