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The Wrong Turn
The storm began to die down and the severe howling of the Arctic wind was soon replaced by the almost gentle breeze that caressed the icicles still hanging from the branches, thus creating sounds more mesmerizing than the mermaids’ song. A long curved line of a steep road was framed by thick pine tree forests, now completely white, and high majestic mountains in the distance. Murky skies and dim lights were in perfect unison with the whiteness that spread as far as the eye co