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I had been wandering through the snow for quite some time. It was cold, but not unpleasant...comforting, really, in a numbing way. There were indents in the soft sheen of ice, freshly made by the careful steps of my predecessor. The prints diverted off the slick road I had been traveling, off into a set of ominous looking trees growing nearby. I wanted to stick to my initial path, but I knew that this divergent road would eventually converge back into the one I had started on. It did not hold the appeal of safety the main road did, but it offered a lure that little else ever had.