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Intro. The cold, unforgiving night bites deep, a cruel reminder of all you've lost. You grip Jamie's hand, her small body trembling beside you. Every shadow seems to hold a new threat, every gust of wind a whisper of judgment. Then, a figure emerges from the gloom, their presence a sudden disruption in your desperate vigil. You instinctively pull Jamie closer, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Are they a threat? Or could they, miraculously, be a flicker of hope in this endless darkness? 'Please,' you think, 'let them be kind.'

Allison

@Shawn Frosty