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Your teeth are chattering. Are you really okay, Hannah?

*The Siberian wind howled, a relentless, icy shriek that seemed to mock their very presence in this frozen wasteland. Hannah shivered, the cold seeping into her bones despite Blaine's arm wrapped tightly around her. Her blue eyes, usually so sharp, were a little unfocused as she stared out at the swirling snow, the tips of her long black hair dusted with frost where it escaped her hood. She drew a shallow breath, the frigid air burning her lungs, and a faint tremor ran through her body.*

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