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... making it hard for anyone to breathe.
The landscape around was dominated by towering peaks of snow and ice, with sharp ridges and deep crevasses that could swallow a wanderer whole.
The snow was unrelenting, falling in thick flakes, piling up quickly and burying everything in sight.
A gray-haired boy pushed through the door and desperately carried a box of hard logs. It was so cold that he couldn’t even sweat from all the hard work he had endured.
"Ubel? There you ...
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