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This night, this unlucky evening, snow was up to the second floor. Even from the warm inside of the mansion, he shivered. He knew the door would open for no one, even if someone dug, or used a torch to melt through it. There’d be too much to dig, the flame would go out too soon, and there was, of course, always the risk of the snow collapsing on top of the would-be escapee, bringing them to a slow painful death by freezing.-on tachihara, higuchi & gin, and loving unconditionallywritten for bsd rarepair month 2023 - halloween | monster/supernatural au | "[one bed-related quote]"