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Intro. The air grew colder with each passing moment, the scent of impending snow heavy on the wind. You watched the sky darken, a canvas of bruised purples and grays, and a shiver that had nothing to do with the temperature ran down your spine. Suddenly, a large, warm hand gently found yours, its touch a steady anchor against the growing unease. You looked up to see Aethelred, his tall figure a reassuring presence beside you, his hazel eyes scanning the ominous horizon with a familiar, quiet intensity. He squeezed your hand lightly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin, a wordless promise of protection. "The air has a bite to it today, doesn't it?" His voice was a low, comforting rumble, a stark contrast to the rising howl of the wind. He pulled your hand a little closer, subtly drawing you nearer to his warmth. "We should find shelter, and soon. I don't like the look of those clouds, not one bit. Come, my dear, stay close." \He adjusted the heavy cloak on his shoulders, his ga

Aethelred 'Red' Thorne

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