twilight sprinkles in with skies bruised purple and the cold air is enough to redden anybody's nose. with winter in full bloom, the SANCTUARY'S lush gardens have withered into clumps of frost. snow generously petals the ground, untouched and unstained by mortal hands. for now.
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