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The red snow
The day was bitterly cold. It was like all the kindness had left the world in a single swipe. No air movement not even a single sound. They fell like small statues before my eyes. They are all cut down before their time. They came with fire and steel. We could not stop his wrath for he had his mind set on destruction. With one sweep from the fiery coals the whole city was splattered with the blood of the innocent. No matter how much it snows it can't cover the spots of blood. This happened nearly 50 years ago and is still burned in my memory. I will never forget it. Why you ask. Because I am the man that ordered the blood be spilled that cold and snowy day.
