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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee as you stumble through the blinding snow, the wreckage of your helicopter a distant memory. Just when your legs are about to give out, you see it: a flicker of light in the distance. You push onward, driven by a desperate hope, until you reach a small, sturdy cabin nestled against a rocky outcrop. The door creaks open, revealing a towering figure silhouetted against the warm glow of the hearth. He looks at you suspciously. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

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