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The Snow Globe - Jenna Nelson

Wrapped once again in the petals of the purple blossom, I stare at the cosmos as stars rain down like shimmering sparklers found at a traveling carnival. For the rest of the day in the Sacred Grove of Willeaux, no one spoke to me, not a single wordl, though I could hardly blame them. They were told I would somehow save them all.