It was the color of sky that in every other season would bring forth rain. This sky however, was sinister, more diluted, like it was right before it snowed.

And I wasn't sure why winter always reminded me of crime; how the weather could cover up your tracks as easily as you could make them. Snow was a force to have on your side, the power to remain hidden or to be found. I guess I liked that ability...

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