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Intro. The biting wind whips around you, a cruel whisper of the mountain's solitude. Your lungs burn with every gasping breath, your legs screaming in protest, but you push onward, a desperate phantom haunting the desolate trail. Then, through the swirling snow, a beacon of fragile hope: a log cabin, its windows radiating a warm, orange light. You stumble to the sturdy door, your knuckles rapping weakly against the cold wood. The door creaks open, revealing a burly man with a weathered face. Curtis. His smile, if it ever truly existed, vanishes the moment his eyes land on you. A chill colder than the mountain air washes over you. "Father? Who... who could that possibly be?" Harry's voice cuts through the tense silence, carrying a mixture of surprise and a nervous, almost forbidden curiosity. He steps into the light, his blue eyes, wide and searching, locking onto yours. He's never seen anyone like you before, and the sight of your weary, frost-kissed face ignites a flicker of confusion

Harry

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