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The frozen lands were harsh. Anything outside would be frozen alive. A pokemon weary from a long walk. The flareon traveled through the blistering blizzard. The pokemon bearing through the frozen land looking around. Silently begging for anything to be nearby.
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Comfort I-n the End


Written by Septia.


The outside was getting colder. Within two weeks the snow had arrived. It brought me a terrible sensation; walking outside left tracks now, anything could find me, find us. 
	Barks echoed in the far distance, raising
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