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Frost Nymph
During a cold winter night, as you are walking and seeing the taunting warmth of the sun receding over the mountains, you hear soft footsteps on the snow, almost ethereal in their quietness.
During a cold winter night, as you are walking and seeing the taunting warmth of the sun receding over the mountains, you hear soft footsteps on the snow, almost ethereal in their quietness.