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Jack loves winter. Of course he does, he is a winter spirit. But sometimes, he wishes people would understand what that entails. Jack loves the sight of freshly fallen snow; he delights in the laugh of children preparing for yet another snow day.
But some days, he follows a different calling. He flies through the vast landscapes, hearing for the cries of the innocent, their mortal bodies not able to withstand the cruel blizzard. And Jack will lift his staff, full-well knowing that he has the power to stop the snow. But he will never. Winter takes what winter needs.