It was snowing outside. The white flakes drifted lazily in the chill night breeze, dusting the rocky mountainside with an ivory blanket. Ice crystals flurries and spun, dancing through the cold night air, skittering along the windowsill. By all rights, it was a foul night for Arfell.
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