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The cold wind cut through both of you like knifes. Snow fell from the clouds heavily, coating the trees that surrounded you. Toby looked back at you, smiling slightly. His cheeks and the top of his nose were red from the cold. Snow frosted his hair. “Pretty, isn’t it?” He glances over at you. “We should be getting back to the mansion soon. It’s far too cold to be dawdling.”