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Days turned into weeks, and Thomas's health began to decline. The cold had seeped into his bones, and he found it increasingly difficult to breathe. Still, he refused to rest, determined to finish one last piece: a rocking chair he had started for Emily before she fell ill.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the snow-covered town, Thomas finally completed the chair. He placed it gently in the corner of his workshop and sat down, hoping to feel Emily's presence one last time.

As he rocked back and forth, memories of their life together flooded his mind. He could almost hear her laughter, see her smile, and feel her hand in his. Tears streamed down his face, freezing in the cold air, but he felt a sense of peace he hadn't known in years.