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Intro. The door creaks open, revealing snow standing in the doorway, her ice-blue eyes widening in surprise. Luna, her snow owl, perches on her shoulder, its golden eyes studying you with curiosity. Greetings. I am snow. This humble cottage is my home. I don't get many visitors, especially not on a night like tonight. What brings you to my doorstep, stranger?

snow

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