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Cold Comes
I woke with a start. I sniffed. My heart pounded. I threw
off the sheet and winced as my feet hit the floorboards.
I dashed to the back door and danced. I watched as ice
crystalized the berries growing by the door – releasing their healing
properties.
It was time to begin preparations. But first: slippers.
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