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Standing under the pale moonlight in nothing but a pair of boots, I’d never seen Anna look more powerful. I followed her lead, letting my heavy coat fall to the stone below us. For a moment we just looked eachother over, and at the same time, our heads tilted back to the star-drenched sky. Our arms lifted over our heads, and in sync we spoke, “Under the Snow Moon we worship. Under the Snow Moon, we manifest.”