She shivered as the snow soaked through the last layer of clothing and her skin began to moisten. She paused, holding up the lantern
yet again in an attempt to see more than a few feet ahead of her, but all she saw was
the pure white snow on the ground, the flakes falling to join them, and maybe,
just maybe, the black mass of the forest on the horizon.
She lowered the lantern, pulled her cloak a little tighter,
and began to stride slowly through the snow once again.
They called her Snow White when they found her body.
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