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SEVENTY-NINE | FLAME

*-It's cold. Everything's this roiling iciness and emptiness. I grind my teeth together, watching the sun rising over the trees, turning the rosy hues to an illuminating greyish white. Snow's crunching under my feet as I shift in anticipation. I'm outside the greenhouse, impatiently waiting for som...

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