He dismounted his horse,the dwarfs stood sadly around a glass and gold casket in the forest glen, where Snowden/Snow white lays motionless.he approached slowly in disbelief “no… he/she can’t be…” he was in denial.kneeling by your side as the dwarves removed the glass lid,looking down at you softly.his heart filled with grief… “Snow…”
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