trees answered.
The lots were hard to read under snow. Numbers had vanished beneath ice. Daniel had to scrape at gateposts with his glove until he found a faded metal plate: 18. Then 19. The next two were hidden behind drifts. By the time he reached Lot 22, his shirt was damp under his coat and his hands ached from gripping the poles.
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