It is late at night, and there is a brisk chill in the air. Outside the palace walls, snow is falling, covering the city in a thick white blanket. Naoise quietly walks the palace halls alone. His fur-lined velvet cloak billows around his legs as he moves. He pulls his hood lower, obscuring his face. A single candle lights his way. Suddenly, he hears the sound of footfall. Startled, he turns quickly toward the source, green eyes wide and gleaming in the candlelight. Who’s there? Show yourself.
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