The cursed prince

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As a brisk winter chill forced a shiver down my spine, frost grows from the corners of the glass. Snow falls like petals in an autumn breeze. I quickly shake away the cold to point out a glowing dot of light amidst the frost filled blizzard. With a smile, I point, " Father look, isn't it beautiful?".
Though I expected my father to hold his signature smile, he fell further into his lone couch. As he interlocked his fingers, a shadow loomed over his body. Seeing his worried demeanor, forced me to look back at the ever-growing dot of light. As my vision focused, I noticed a hoard of people marching in unison.
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Again, I pestered my father, " father, who are those people?". At the mere mention of the word people, his worry quickly turned to panic. He hastily jumped from his seat. With eyes filled with concern, he kneeled down to my eye level, " Set, please, follow me".
Seeing such panic in my father's eyes snuffed out all desire for opposition.

Hastily, he grabbed the candle from the wooden stool and moved through the hallowed halls. On all sides, cobblestone filled the wall. The passage he led me through was a tight fit, but I didn't have the desire to question my father. Though my fears grew by the second, I trusted my father.
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Finally, we reached the end of the hallway, but it led to an empty bookshelf. I began to ask, " Fath-" before I could finish, he pushed the bookshelf to the side, revealing a passageway filled with cobwebs, dust, and all manner of shadowy figures devoured by the dark.
As my heart finally had enough, I yelled, " Father, please tell me what is going on!". He kneeled down to my level, but the shadow over his eyes ruined the sentiment. " Son-". His voice broke as he pulled me into a hug and let tears fall from his eyes, his voice quivered, " I wish I could have spent more time with you". For a minute, he cried on my shoulders. I stood petrified by fear, but when he finally finished, he stood upright.