The Guardian
Winter 1986. A violent snowstorm was falling outside the house, forcing him to stand by the fireplace that warmed his pale, now warm skin. The twigs that were placed on that huge grate caught fire immediately, and for some time he stood there stirring the scorched twigs with that rusty iron bar for as long as he had; causing the ash to scatter like the fluffy snow of that time of year. {WonTeuk}
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