Fairies falling from the sky, gracefully dancing down the open field. The sky - a dusky shade of orange, a beautiful end to a day. A thin blanket of white lays flat on the farmers ground, spots of green drowning in the falling snow. As all doors closed a howl in the distance echoes though the town - silhouettes of people at dinner tables sheltering from the unforgiving but beautiful cold. You can hear the water swish and swash as it passes the wooden pegs on the narrow stream. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" The silence was broken by a blood thirsty scream. Maybe this town isn't as safe as it seemsAll Rights Reserved
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