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... as a tender snowfall had turned relentless; white upon white, muffling everything. Even the trees seemed tired of standing, their branches heavy and bent under the frost.
Lorraine trudged through the powder, her boots vanishing with every step. The wind clawed at her hood, tugged her braid free. She had wrapped herself in every layer she could find, yet somehow the cold still bit her bones like a vindictive ghost.
As someone from the city, she was not used to this coldness, nor t ...
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