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FIRST SNOW.
Before the cold is long and bitter, snow falls once, gently, and comes to rest over the fallen leaves and chilled land like the softest blanket. It's not much, and certainly the sun will dry it away before dark, but until then all is white.
It's like a scene out of a storybook, with winding dirt roads and faraway smoke from some kind of town you can't identify from here. Spires jut into the horizon like...maybe a castle? That's kind of silly. It could just be a bunch of lighthouses; the ocean is not too far from here.
Birds chirp and chatter, and all the world goes about its business, snow or no snow. The gentle wind makes your hair stand on end--just the cold, right?
They used to call this place the most prosperous realm in the west, but They're not here anymore. Just the snow, the smoke, the birds, and those spires.