58. Self (3) The first snow fell. It was one day in early December. As they welcomed the first snow, arriving unusually late that year, the Stella cadets ran excitedly all over the school grounds, building snowmen and throwing snowballs like little children. ‘Prestigious academy or not, kids are still kids.’ Among the fresh green shoots, a haggard-looking Aryumun Bleushun...
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