#11. Snow
Even as they stared horrified at the frozen springs, snow began to fall. Tiny flakes at first, then soft, damp clumps.
“We ought not be here, my lord. This place is cursed.”
Thomas nodded brusquely and swung his horse about.
As soon as they left the clearing, the snow stopped.
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