Verablue



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    "I guess we'll just have to wait until we are dug up from here."

    That was the conclusion Pantalone reached thirty minutes ago, when they realized, quite late, that the doors to his house did not open due to being blocked by tons of snow and ice. A snowstorm, is it. A common occurrence.

    "At least if this is our tomb, I will die with you," Dottore chuckles. It is a compliment. Pantalone should treasure it, knows he should treasure it, he sits there while time pours slowly like molasses, thinking, "I should express that I treasure it", while being unable to do so.

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    a snowstorm brings back the memories of being trapped in seeming vastness and abandoned to freeze. and hunger. hunger always follows them.

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    17 May 2025