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𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
Jun. 14th, 2037 08:35 pm
The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here. Yet she stepped out all the same. |
