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Weekly Contest #347
On a cold day, during a snowstorm, a bus drove down a lonely road towards a weathered sign, and before the road changed from asphalt to coarse gravel, the bus stopped. A young woman got out and made her way to the end of the drive, where Frozen Manor loomed like a storm cloud on the horizon, its darkened windows full of a nameless foreboding. The woman was thin and of medium height, had blue eyes, long, dark-brown hair, and wore a warm light-gray winter coat with a furry hood, ready to attack the cold. “This must be the place…,” said Merona...
The Frozen ManorOn a cold day, during a snowstorm, a bus drove down a lonely road towards a weathered sign, and before the road changed from asphalt to coarse gravel, the bus stopped. A young woman got out and made her way to the end of the drive, where Frozen Manor loomed like a storm cloud on the horizon, its darkened windows full of a nameless foreboding. The woman was thin and of medium height, had blue eyes, long, dark-brown hair, and wore a warm light-gray winter coat with a furry hood, ready to attack the cold. “This must be the plac...
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