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... ned town, snow ruthlessly hammering onto rooftops, the gravel roads now turned into snowy paths.
The houses were old, cracks ran through the walls, the windows creaked as the wind blew past, and some produced a low melodious hum because of the holes woodpeckers had dug into them.
In the distance, a shop flickered with dying light crystals. Bells hung at the entrance, dangling precariously, swaying in sync with the harsh wind current.
The house was as old as the others, bu ...
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