When the morning sun crested the frosted granite crags of the Bohemian forest, it cast long, brilliant beams of golden light through the library skylights, turning the air into a dazzling prism of floating dust motes and crisp winter clarity. The storm had completely cleared during the early morning hours. Outside, the mountain world was frozen in silent, pristine perfection. Deep drifts of pure white snow smothered the pine boughs…
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