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... und starkly contrasted with the trees' deep green. The air was so cold that their breath formed a white mist in front of them as they rode.
The further they rode, the colder it got. Meriel wrapped her cloak tightly around her, and Nathan pulled his hood up to keep the cold out. They both kept their eyes open, searching for any sign of a monster lurking in the shadows.
They rode for what felt like hours, their progress slowed by the thick blanket of snow that had fallen the night ...
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