The moon is bright tonight. So bright, it casts shadows upon the blanket of pure white snow. Mine walks beside me, keeping me company.
A cloaked figure strolls in my direction. I’m unable to make out his face, just a hollow void. I step aside. It’s as though he doesn’t see me.
I glance over my shoulder; he has no shadow, leaves no footprints in the virgin snow.
I shut my eyes as a rush of freezing wind stings my face only to cease as suddenly as it started. When I open them he is nowhere to be seen.
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