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... e narrow wooden houses, and the village slept under a blanket of snow. Inside a small cottage, lit only by the soft glow of a dying fireplace, Ivan sat at the edge of a creaky wooden bed. The room was simple—a table, a chair, a stack of folded blankets—but his heart was anything but.
He had tried to sleep. He had laid down, pulled the thick blanket over himself, closed his eyes, and counted the slow ticks of the clock on the wall. But nothing helped. His body was still. His mind was not. ...
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