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𝖆𝖑𝖞𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖋𝖊𝖜 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, lose herself in the rhythm of the dance. as soon as the music had finished, she retreated back to a quieter corner of the crowded room, surprised to find after just a few the warmth she had built up during the dance had faded and a chill had begun to creep its way back in. “i never thought i’d be so susceptible to the cold when i was a child.” alyssa remarked, noticing the way even her hands shook slightly. “you know, i used to play outside with bare hands when it would snow at white harbor, and now look at me.”