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The air was freezing as hell. Like, nose-falls-off, eyeballs-turn-to-ice-cubes kind of cold. I shoved the trembling owl out the door, a message tied to his leg.
"Tell Father... to send goods as soon as possible."
The poor bird looked like he regretted ever being born. He shivered, flapped his wings twice like a dying fan, and finally disappeared into the white blur. I waved him goodbye with the solemnity of a funeral.
"Farewell, feathered soldier. May your little bi ...
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