The air is cold, I can see each breath float out it almost turning to ice. The snow crunches under my boots. Winter came weeks early. I need to check my traps one last time before I shack up for the winter. Sweat turns to ice, and I scan the white opening of the forest. Is that purple? Why would there be purple in the snow? I decide to take a closer look, and propped up slumped onto a tree is a woman in a purple dress. And all I can think in the moment is mutter "Shit"
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