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Chapter 253: Rotten Snowflower
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... ck and blinding, turning the world into a swirl of white. The boy held her smaller body against his, feeling how deathly cold she was, how her limbs had gone stiff, how her skin felt like ice against his hands.
"We can’t brave the storm on a horse like this," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
So he reached into his coat and pulled out a messenger pigeon. A grey bird, calm and trusting, tucked against his warmth.
"I’m sorry." His voice was young, embarrassed. "I’m ...
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