FROST of the first rank, and the pale sister of the Blooded Wood; for they are one spirit, shown under two workings. Where her brother is compelled to bleed, she is compelled to shine. She appeareth in the canopy as white fire, a forest struck all at once with hoarfrost in high summer, every leaf lit from within. Her office is to reflect the hidden wholesale and to keep nothing of it, glowing brightest where the life of the leaf is greatest. She is the light the living world throws away, shown at last as the only light there is.
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