The Same
The air was cold and dry, so that every inhale pierced the throat and burned the lungs. Snow lay blanketed over the forest floor, glittering silver in the cold light of the moon. Trees stood like grim sentinels, naked against the black sky. The silence was punctuated with the sharp staccato breaths of a boy, the heat from his breathing
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