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... the frozen air.
They moved in frantic circles, their glow flickering like dying embers. Each beat of their wings carried the same dreadful thought—
Was this the end?
The end of their species?
Food had become almost impossible to find. Every flower was frozen shut. Every blade of grass was buried under endless snow.
Their queen was dying.
And when the queen died, so would they.
Fairies were not separate beings. They were threads tied to a s ...
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