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Sheer snow sparkled on every surface, and the air bit at the skin of anyone not dressed for the occasion. A handful of guests lay in a neat row just beyond the door of an antiquated manor. Their faces were still as those of the dead, but these few languished in the palm of sleep instead. Death's cousin was gentle, transitory, and soon they would stir. The chime of a bell pierced the air, or perhaps it only pierced their minds.

The manor waited. Windows studded walls of brick and wood, and when the light hit, they gleamed like so many dark eyes. Its mouth, the door, remained closed -- for now.