“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.”

art: jess kubacik (jesskubacik.com)

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