Blackstone Code

~: Two thousand seven hundred and sixty-one

Cold winds accompanied by heavy snow are already very common weather in Marillo.

There seems to be endless heavy snowfall here, and almost every few days there is a major cleaning. Although the snowflakes cover up all the filth in the world, they also gradually deprive humans of their hope of survival.

The old woman was holding her granddaughter's hand and standing in the snow. The two were shivering from the cold and could only stomp their feet back and forth, shaking their bodies in an attempt to avoid the cold.

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