The end of the passage way glowed a warm light colour. I trailed my hand over the smooth wall as I walked along the flagstones. I could hear muttering voices, soft music and I smelt pine and fire. Ahead, the walls seemed to move away and room was opening.
I paused as I saw snow start to fall and I realised that the joining walkway had an open day at the end of it that was open. Yet, I couldn’t feel the cold coming in. Walking on, I entered the room and saw a massive space before me. There was a large fire lit and blazing off heat, there was a huge pine tree, heavily decorated in the corner and so many people filled the room!
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