Zhou Ren's Literatures

This was the coldest winter he had felt in Tenpei. The chill was a line of frost cracking down his bones, flowers of fracturing ice that dug into his marrows. It bloomed through the nerves on his back, spreading from his spine. It was constricting his chest, clamping down on his lungs.

It was a full-body, radiating pain that prescription opiates could only numb, and never take away.