It's gone 2am, and I've been writing all evening, once again very few words for the amount of time spent, but... this story, Winter Lights, it's the kind of story I haven't written in years, where I take care of every single word, and everything ties into everything else, like ribbons on a kite-string. Blech, it's late, I know what I mean. Anyway,
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