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This corridor seemed to be infinite, and I could not see the light anywhere; it was as if the darkness wanted to consume me immediately. As I was about to give up, a light blinded me completely, and I realized that Snow was standing at the end, as if she was waiting for me, and that made me frown, until I realized that a rogue of the ones who had attacked me was ready to plunge a silver dagger into her back. I screamed to alert her, but it was too late, and I only saw her fall as a large bloodstain formed on her dress. The rogue sneered and started running to kill me.

Snowflakes drifted down, fat and silent, swirling through the torchlight. He muttered under his breath, the words misting the air. “Goddess help us all.” From a high balcony above, unseen, Arnold watched him go. His fingers tightened around the edge of the stone balustrade until his knuckles whitened. He turned and slipped back inside. But down in the courtyard, the snow kept falling, soft, relentless, erasing every footprint Sophie had left behind. And far beyond the castle walls, deep in the forest, a wolf howled once, a long, mournful sound that rose into the storm and shivered through the night.

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I pull her close. "I want to." --- The snow falls. The world is quiet. And for the first time in both our lives, neither of us is planning an exit. We're just here. Together. Finally, End of Chapter 142

He was just a man in the snow, shivering and empty. I shifted back, standing over him as the blizzard began to cover his legs. Eryx walked up beside me, his presence a warm, solid wall. He looked down at the broken man in the snow and then at me. "Is it finished?" "The debt is paid," I said, my voice cold and clear. I looked at the ruins of the Square. The place where my tragedy began was now just a pile of old stones. I didn't feel hate anymore. I didn't even feel triumph. I just felt Done.

But even as I said it, my heart whispered something else. The fight ended in chaos, their blades disarmed as they pushed me back, refusing to let me press further. Breathless, laughing, aching, I dropped my sword at last. The three of us collapsed in the snow, sweat steaming in the cold, hearts racing. Rori lay on his back, panting. “Remind me… never to underestimate you again.” Tori sat cross-legged, glaring at me as though glares could stitch wounds shut. “You are insufferable.”

They still come to visit the island to their parents and their faithful pet Snow. THE END

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal. "Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field.

We both cry, knowing what is coming next as we dress and pack, wanting to be ready to leave this secluded spot where the best and worst things that have ever happened to us occurred. Standing up, we wrap up in each other’s arms, sharing one last tear-filled kiss. “I love you so much,” Richard says against my mouth. “I love you, too,” I return. Taking one last deep breath, I cling to him a little tighter, relishing the feel of the sparks that dance along my skin. “I, Carl Jonas Snow, reject you, Richard Gideon Laoch, as my mate.”

The picture then started fogging up with mixes of gray and black, having him cough even more hard he whipped a fan out blowing it away, he sat back down coughing a couple more putting the pipe straight in. “What is— the password?” He took out the pipe saying it slow and steady, extending the “s” in password looked down at Snow continuing knitting the sweater. “Strange Magic is a Dark Art.” Snow spoke loud and proud, putting her hands together she smiled waiting for him to take action. He rolled his eyes opening the frame, she pushed the picture to the side struggling to get to open. Zander gripped the frail frame and helped pull out the door for us all to go inside.