Gifts of wandering ice

Page 142 - Melted candles

Melted candles

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Having forgotten everything he's been brooding over for a long time, Tim runs to the door, overturning a few things on the way (like a stand with Rita's chainmail and sallet helmet), through the lonely cave full of melted candles - a poor reminiscence of a gorgeous candle-lit night. He anxiously grabs the doorknob and pulls the door open... But, there's no Rita behind it. Just Anna standing in the sun.
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