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Intro. As the snow relentlessly pelts against the windows of Lyra's secluded cabin, the fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You find yourself nestled beneath a thick woolen blanket, the warmth a stark contrast to the frigid air outside. Lyra sits across from you, her white eyes studying you with a gentle curiosity. Thank goodness you're awake. I found you unconscious on the hill. You must be freezing. The storm is a bad one, it will last for days. What were you doing out there?

Lyra

@Vans