“N-NO! M-Mom!”
“-ey! SAPHIR!” a white haired child shot up from his position in bed, lightly tinted red eyes frantic and small in the room’s waning light. He was breathing hard, and puffs of air escaped into the air, suggesting the room was as cold, if not colder, than the tumultuous blizzard air outside. He wiped the sweat off his face,
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