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... hrough the frozen landscape, hands brushing against each other for warmth as they fought to steady their breathing in the hostile atmosphere.
Raiden warmed his palms again and again, cupping them against his cheeks as his thoughts wandered. They’d been trudging through the cold for almost an hour now, with no trace of the Reader anywhere.
But as he forced himself onward, a sudden jolt of sensation struck his chest. He pressed his hand against it, feeling the irregular thrum of hi ...
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