Sleepy Fox Hollow And to know me as hardly golden is to know me all wrong

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takiyok remained a glacier in the face of it all, and only when she turned away did mahler behold the quick, hurt thaw of her snowbound features. his throat tightened with the sting of grief. but mahler refused to let the stone of his own facade crack beneath the anguished burn of her hellfire eyes.
the gargoyle watched her disappear among the crags, some thread within his soul burning out into a darkness. it dissolved into wormwood upon his tongue; mahler drew a last shuddering breath and went off to secret himself elsewhere, takiyok's last glance haunting his thoughts.