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I just wished that Faye had omitted the snow when she told me about her palace. I wish to be received by any friend I ever knew, to receive at least a new sweater and a warm roof. But I was slightly surprised when, as I left the snow forest, I found gates equally covered with snow closed and the fog covering everything behind it, preventing me from seeing what was behind it.

However, I knew, deep in the bones, that behind that fog there was a castle identical to mine. With several towers and a walkway that led to him. But instead of the red ruby stone, there was a diamond walkway, with the brilliance and translucency of the rare jewel. That there was a lake of ice melted like lava running many meters deep, and that that lake burned as deep as living flames. I knew that was a castle erected out of envy, a copy of the one that belonged to me.

The only sinful detail was the high gates that promised to guard the evil one, whose iron grid remained closed and was certainly not protected by