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... ning up at the gray sky.
Emma looked less impressed by the rain of pale flecks settling across the land in a thin film. She opened her mouth to speak, pausing mid-word as a cutting wind sent drifts of misting snow and dead leaves across the hill. “We often had early winters back in the Westvales,” she said. “I still remember them.”
“That was mountain country,” I noted. I knelt, took some of the skyfall on my fingertips, then pressed it to my tongue. I spat it back out. “It’s not ...
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