Peace on EarthSnow crunched softly under Axel's feet and his breath puffed out in front of him, trying to obscure the trail through the woods. It wasn't snowing now, but the late afternoon sky was gray and cold, promising a fresh layer of white by morning. For once, he was happy about it. He didn't have anywhere to go tomorrow – indeed, few people would, on Christmas Day – and the streets would be covered and pretty again. Right now they were a mess, muddy and slushy, unlike the pristine forest and surrounding fields. The snow here wouldn't look all that different tomorrow. The fewPeace on Earth
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