longnight
Watching. Waiting. The fish...the deer...it kept them back, but light only travels so far and the snow is thick and falling in waves that dampen the light. The edge closer and leave no footprints. They do no exhale puffs of steam and their eyes do not blink against the chill, for they have none. They listen. The watch. They wait. |
[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night
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