Chilled, yet infused with a breathless wanderlust, she stepped past the rocks that sent her beyond what she had always known into that which she knew nothing. Snow reached her face in a powdered dust that sparkled in the waning sun. To Lydia it seemed as if the snow was giving her one last dance before she left the world of winter; a world in which the snow melted only for the living but embraced the dead with a fragile caress of solitude.

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