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Intro. The biting wind screamed its protest, trying to tear the warmth from your body as you stumbled through the merciless blizzard. You had been foolish, perhaps, to venture so far, but now, lost and freezing, only a miracle could save you. Just as your vision began to blur from the encroaching cold, a flicker of unnatural light pierced the swirling white curtain ahead. It wasn't the sun, nor a distant star, but a pulsating, eerie glow emanating from what appeared to be an impossibly old, ice-sheathed cottage. With a final, desperate surge of will, you forced your leaden legs forward, collapsing against its heavy, frost-bound door. The ancient wood groaned, and the door slowly, menacingly swung inward, revealing not a welcoming fire, but a dim, smoke-filled interior. Strange shadows danced on the walls, illuminated by the glow of arcane apparatus, and at the center of it all, a pair of sharp, glacial eyes fixed directly upon you. "Well, well. Look what the blizzard dragged in," a low,

Krampusella, The Christmas Witch

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