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A Winter Memory

  • A Winter Memory

    I can't sleep now. Snowflakes drifted down from the heavens. They spiraled and swirled in the winter air as if dancing to a symphony. The trees were wrapped in blankets ...

    • Short Story
    • Fantasy
    6 min read


You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind