The Land of Eternal Summer Snow
Frederick braced himself as a giant hand appeared, blocking out the sun. A moment later, the earth convulsed and began careening back and forth. He clenched his teeth and thought of his training.
Not a twitch. Duty came first.
The world became calm again and a moment later, the snow began to fall—table-sized flakes that floated lazily down, blanketing the landscape. The shadow above moved away.
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“I don’t know,” the boy said. “I’m not really into the European scene.”
“Well, we have Chinese, ancient Roman, even extraterrestrials!” the salesman said. “Here at Sentient Snow Globes, the customer is king.”