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The real trouble began when the city had its first snowfall in eleven years.

Inside the alley, the snow had piled into the shape of a person—a boy about her age, transparent as frosted glass, wearing a high school uniform from decades ago. His name, she somehow knew, was . He had died here in a winter storm, waiting for someone who never came. Now, every time it snowed, his ghost woke up and tried to finish his last sentence. yukimi tohno

“A letter,” he said. “From my little sister. I was supposed to meet her here. But I fell asleep in the snow. And then…” The real trouble began when the city had

That was her grandmother’s doing. “She came when the snow began to listen,” the old woman had whispered, placing a newborn Yukimi by an open window so the first flakes could land on her eyelids. He had died here in a winter storm,