Through the long, cold night
Winter moon casts silver shine
Sleet, her silver tear.
Shivering uncontrollably, Pine pulled her tatter coat closer around herself, and pushed forward through the knee-deep snow. It was only another mile, she kept telling herself, one more mile until she reached the safety of her aunt’s house, one more mile through the
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It's very good. Is there going to be more?
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But... There probably won't be more.
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