Not dark. Eira had frightened herself with the dark, in the room in the citadel; this was not that. This was the opposite of dark and there is no word for it. Every colour in the valley stopped meaning anything, the way a word stops meaning anything if you say it forty times, and the river below the bridge went silent, and the snow on the hillside stood still in the air where it was falling.
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