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Smiling, watching with beaming eyes, features as ethereal as the air carrying the snow, they faded in and out of existence. They taunted the king, deriving some sadistic interest in his desperation, in his removed state, almost as far from reality as they were. “You find this funny, little ones?” The king pointed his sword at the trees.