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... s and on the roofs did not easily melt. They grew harder and harder into ice shells mixed with dirt.
Not many moved around the Divinity Bureau,and the blanket of snow on many a path had yet to metl. Footprints of varying depths were etched on the grey shells of ice, their unknown whereabouts added a dark air about the Divinity Bureau.
Every now and then, shrill cries that seemed to be muffled and deprived of the manifestation as a scream, leaked out of some door cracks before ...
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