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With the arrival of the anomaly, the storm slowly returned to motion, and then continued to increase in intensity. Heavy, wet snowflakes descended from the clouds in billowing gusts of winter, sticking to my hair and clothes. One made its way into my nose, and I sneezed, rubbing my nose furiously as it began to numb.

"Spirit, could you do something about this?" I asked, waving my hand in the air. 

It tilted its head and frowned. "This?"

"The snow. Please, can you hold it back a bit?" I asked, drawing my cloak as tight as I dared across the sunpurge as another shiver coursed through my flesh.