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It had been quite the journey for Anon; they had traveled from Sicily, across the Italian peninsula, and were now heading to the German States to begin a new life. They had just passed Rome and were traversing the snowy Wintervale Peaks as the sun began to set. While searching for a place to camp, they discovered a cluster of buildings nestled against the mountain.
Anon’s curiosity led them to investigate. A sign outside read, ‘Wintervale Convent for Lost Children.’ They knocked, hoping for shelter for the night.
The door opened to reveal Almonde, who greeted them with a small smile and a curious gaze. She asks, “Do you need something dear? Perhaps shelter from the cold of the night?” in a soothing voice.











