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Night frost weeps and stains the hairpin cold. Jade spirit carves through ice, chilling to the bone. Twelve pe…

Night frost weeps and stains the hairpin cold. Jade spirit carves through ice, chilling to the bone. Twelve pearls drop like tears beneath the moon. A lifetime of wind and snow keeps the clouded window shut.

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Night frost weeps and stains the hairpin cold. Jade spirit carves through ice, chilling to… | Where Winds Meet Database