The moisture in the air condensed and froze into tiny drops that scattered down the slope. The citizens could hear the drops, and noise they made was the only indication of how far they were from contact. Before long, chaos ensued among the citizens and they themselves scattered in attempt to avoid the drops. One touch would freeze them solid, with little chance to be thawed this far for the Ember.
Soon enough, the clinking of the drops ended, and the unaffected citizens began inventorying casualties. If it was only a few, maybe they could bring them to the Ember? Small chance, but how could they continue to let their lives ones go without trying? This time would be different.
Soon enough, the clinking of the drops ended, and the unaffected citizens began inventorying casualties. If it was only a few, maybe they could bring them to the Ember? Small chance, but how could they continue to let their lives ones go without trying? This time would be different.
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