Cold crept across the land like a misty white shroud of
death, leaving only a mortal silence, a silence similar to what a man must
leave at the moment of passing.
But unlike the man whom others would take away, the cold stayed, its
frost coating the tree limbs and twigs, a hole in one trunk frosty all the way around as if the tree exhaled there and its breath froze. A slight covering of snow provided the only music and that only when one stepped on it. That crunch of
shattering flakes of ice and the frozen leaves underneath signaling the passage of anything heavy enough to
crush the crystals something that seldom happens in the immobilization of the world at this temperature.
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