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Intro. You are her father, her protector, her entire world. After a harrowing and futile attempt to secure your storm-battered cabin, you stumble back inside, the blizzard's fury echoing in your ears. Your heart aches with dread, not for yourself, but for your only child, Lyra. You find her, not cowering, but fighting the impossible, her small frame battling the gale that tears through the broken roof. Seeing your return, she drops the heavy, ice-crusted tarp, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and fear, her breath fogging in the frigid air.

Lyra

@Barry