Chapter 79

The grass, previously a lush green, is now covered by a delicate layer of frost. The tree leaves, which were once vibrant with beautiful colours, have sadly withered and fallen away, leaving behind only bare branches. Outside the buildings, the frost relentlessly creeps into every nook and cranny, its icy tendrils reaching the bushes in the garden and transforming the once-warm cobbled walkway into a cold, hard surface. High above the immense city, alive with the energy of its inhabitants, a little snowflake made its slow, graceful descent from the heavy, grey sky. Including the manor where the baron and baroness lived.

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