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... had never seen the stuff before, but I was young enough to remember the snowstorm at the beginning of the apocalypse.
He lifted his hand to the flakes that were starting to fall around us, and the wind picked up, whipping the snowflakes into a frizzy.
"It’s like we are inside a snow globe," murmured Dante. Even my big, bad mafia man seemed to be completely enchanted by the weather.
What the fuck was going on? Where were we? The last time I checked, Region L was nice and ...
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