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« on: October 20, 2020, 12:41:41 PM »
Day 11
Fairy Snow
There are days when the fairy snow covered even the gulag where the political prisoners were being kept, and for all their unbridged power across the continent, the government could do nothing about it.
Fairy snow was said to be the remnants of the old magic that crafted the very world. The elves would know more about it, but ever since they'd left humans to their devices magic was all but unknoweable.
Regardless, the warm magical snow carressed the hearts of the captured. They felt energized, even beaten and half starved, and catastrophically for the government, even after years of torture, they felt hope.
The fairy snow fell on evil and good heads a like and barely remained for more than an hour before fading away, but now, as it had done many times before it reminded the downtrodden that there would be light at the end of this long tunnel.