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Ruan Su stood by the window, watching snowflakes drift and whirl outside. They fell in a steady curtain, whitening the world until sky and earth blurred into one vast expanse of pale. The flakes, light as willow down, seemed like smoke, like reed catkins, arriving clean and untouched and settling without stirring a speck of dust. Everything was quiet. "Before you know it, another year has passed