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107. Murder Problem

“If the Northern Whispers did not cause this murder, then what did?” A member of the pack spoke out, eyes turning to them as mumbles and whispers started to fill the cold air; by now the sun had started to take its rest. 

Songbirds and squirrels retreated into their homes of the trees as golden rays laid over the snow and ice, making everything seem so magnificent that I wish Celeste was here to witness it. I wish she could take in the smell of evergreens that seemed to be paused in time as ice shimmered upon its needles only to drip slowly downwards, like honey upon white marble stairs, or the streams near us which provided the freshest and crispest water that you couldn’t find anywhere else in this dimming world… 

I wish she was here, right next to me.

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