Snow piled up, the power went out, and the roads were closed. And still wet, heavy flakes continued to fall, settling on everything, making life miserable for the residents of Virginia City.
It was nothing new.
Storms like this one they were experiencing were commonplace, albeit disastrous for the unprepared or worse for the ones who ignored all the signs. And that was the problem, learning to read the sign, to tell when a storm of this magnitude would settle on the mountain village that attracted thousands annually.
In darkness or gray sky, God shook the damned snow globe again.
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