The snow fell thick and heavy, blanketing the narrow streets, muffling the sound of voices, and sealing doors shut with icy drifts. Supplies ran low, and the nights stretched longer than anyone could remember.
The Last Candle
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Written by
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The snow fell thick and heavy, blanketing the narrow streets, muffling the sound of voices, and sealing doors shut with icy drifts. Supplies ran low, and the nights stretched longer than anyone could remember.