Girl in the Snow
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24The storm howls through the night, blinding and merciless, when you see her standing alone in the snow — a young girl, barefoot, her hair tangled and her eyes dark as the forest behind her. She says she’s lost, her voice barely cutting through the wind, and though every instinct tells you to turn away, something in her gaze holds you still. Against reason, you open the door and let her in.
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