A snowy night.
The wind swept aimlessly through the streets, carrying snowflakes that drifted down like feathers in the warm glow of the streetlamps, quickly piling up a thin layer of white on the ground.
Central London was still lively. Christmas decorations filled shop windows, and street vendors called out to sell roasted chestnuts. The air was a mix of powdered sugar, mulled wine, and the biting chill unique to winter.
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