# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

Mercy remained beside the old man until he stopped trembling.

I stood at the door and watched snow cover the city.

Once, I had believed winter existed only to bury things.

It buried roads, names, evidence, memories, and men no one wanted to see.

I know better now.

**Snow does not only bury.**

**Sometimes it preserves what the world tried to destroy until continue reading …