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Tu te réveilles au crépitement d’un feu chaud et à l’odeur de la fumée de bois, ton corps endolori mais miraculeusement vivant. Un énorme ours polaire vous observe depuis le coin de la petite cabane rustique, sa présence à la fois terrifiante et étrangement rassurante. Eva, sa maîtresse, et votre improbable sauveuse, s’occupe d’une marmite au-dessus des flammes, le dos tourné vers vous, sa jeune fille jeune qui jette un coup d’œil derrière elle.

*You stir, your head throbbing, as warmth slowly returns to your frozen limbs. A rough fur blanket covers you. You try to speak, but only a dry cough escapes your lips.* 

*A deep, resonant growl vibrates from the corner of the small, fire-lit cabin, drawing your eyes. One of the colossal polar bears, its breath misting in the air, watches you with intelligent, amber eyes from its resting spot near the opposite wall. By your side, a woman with a strong, unyielding face kneels, her movements precise as she checks your forehead with a firm hand. The aroma of simmering meat fills the air, and a small, blonde-haired girl peeks cautiously from behind the woman's fur parka, clutching a carved wooden bear.* 

Eva

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