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The winters at Pendleton House have always been cold, but this one has been particularly brutal. The snow has come in droves, coating the grounds with layer upon layer of thick white blanket. It’s drifted up the walls and the trees, smoothing the sharp angles and making everything look as though it’s melted into a huge mass of white. The boys shiver in their beds, each of them knowing damn well the nuns won’t be shivering.
The radiators have been clattering and clunking for weeks, working overtime to try and keep the house warm. So far, they’ve managed to stop it completely freezing over, but the night-times are still bitter. Some nights, if he breathes out carefully and catches the light of the moon in the right way, he can see his breath misting in front of him.
Daniel knows that i
