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EXTRACT: Beyond my reflection I could see, through the frozen water, a bare hand, splayed out. The rest of the arm snaked down through the ice, but the ice was so dark I couldn't see the person's face, just a twist of white flesh and frozen black hair. My dad looked at the dead man like he was just... nothing. He said that you should know there's nothing special about death. For days after all I could think about was that person, trapped under the ice until it got warm enough for the villagers to cut them out.