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E-book The Ice Palace
A young, white forehead boring through the darkness. An eleven-yearold girl. Siss.
It was really only a?ernoon, but already dark. A hard frost in late
autumn. Stars, but no moon, and no snow to give a glimmer of light – so
the darkness was thick, in spite of the stars. On each side was the forest,
deathly still, with everything that might be alive and shivering in there at
that moment.
Siss thought about many things as she walked, bundled up against the
frost. She was on her way to Unn, a girl she scarcely knew, for the rst
time; on her way to something unfamiliar, which was why it was exciting.
She gave a start. A loud noise had interrupted her thoughts, her
expectancy; a noise like a long-drawn-out crack, moving further and
further off, while the sound died away. It was from the ice on the big lake
down below. And it was nothing dangerous, in fact it was good news: the
noise meant that the ice was a little bit stronger. It thundered like
gunshot, blasting long ssures, narrow as a knife-blade, from the surface
down into the depths – yet the ice was stronger and safer each morning.
?ere had been an unusually long period of severe frost this autumn.
Biting cold. But Siss was not afraid of the cold. It wasn’t that. She had
started at the noise in the dark, but then she stepped out steadily along
the road.
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