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Decemberween was only two weeks away. The day of giving, cheer, friendship, festive spirit and miracles. Two long, cold weeks away. It had only just begun snowing for the first time that December, bringing both comfort and concern to a lone figure trudging along the frost-dusted field of the Free Country town. He shivered in the cold, his blue shirt providing very little warmth. on the front of the shirt in white Bauhaus93 font was his non-punctuated name 'homsar'. Homsar stopped and looked around, listening out for anyone. All was silent, except for the sombre whistling of the bitter Winter wind that chilled his pale white skin. Over in the