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A dim shape appears through the blowing snow in the distance. It is cold now, this far north. It is a young girl, a human girl. Alone. She stumbles and trudges through the snow drifts on this plain with nothing else beyond what the human eye can see but she can not see the one who sees her. She falls and gets back up. She falls again but this time she has lost the will to carry on. Her body convulses in sorrow, twitching with every tear she must be shedding.

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The winter storm swept in two nights past...or was it three? Her boots are frozen stiff. Everything is frozen even her heart.

'Is this what it is like to die in sorrow? Cold? Alone?' she wonders.

Snow mixes with salty tears as her face and head seek comfort in this cold, icy grave. The wind howls and whips her raven hair seeking to bury her in bleak, white desolation. Another sound surfaces amidst screaming wind. A whooshing in the distance and then the crunch of snow underfoot. Steps come closer as she struggles to raise her head and through that white haze...

[more coming...I got the bug back]