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Death Angel's Shadow

Karl Edward Wagner




Contents



Reflections for the Winter of My Soul

Cold Light

Mirage
And when I turned, no face I saw,

For the shadow was my own,

Death Angel's Shadow.




Reflections for

The Winter of

My Soul



Since it was obvious that the man was dying, the crowd of watchers had split apart, leaving only the
curious or those fascinated by the presence of death. Certainly no man could live with so ghastly a
wound; the wonder was that the mangled servant had survived as long as he had.

Outside, the blizzard gathered howling force with each minute--a fury of white crystalline coldness
whose blasts penetrated the thick stone walls, raced through dark hallways and billowed the heavy
tapestries. Its coldness forced entrance deep within the castle, into this crowded room where an attentive
circle of eyes stared down at the thing that gasped futilely in its pool of spreading crimson.

He was one of the baron's servants, a very minor member of the household, whose usual task bad been
to care for the stables. The blizzard had come with the nightfall, storming suddenly out of the west as the
sun was dying. When its first stinging gusts had hit, the court had been filled with scurrying servants,