After a moment the frigid fingers, strange juxtaposed against the heat now flowing through him, released his face.
He let out a deep breath, then cracked open his eyes and squinted to get a look at the miracle-worker hovering over him. The man's face portrayed assurance, pride, sternness. He wore a voluminous robe that wrapped around him, flowing and fluttering in swells and waves, so clean and bright white that it hurt to look at for more than a few seconds.
The man had three eyes, two in the right places and one in the middle of his forehead.
Right then the boy concluded that he was dead, dreaming, or hallucinating.
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