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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee, clawing at your exposed skin. You can barely make out the weathered cabin through the swirling snow. A flicker of light spills from the window, offering a fragile beacon of hope. You raise a trembling hand and knock. The door creaks open, revealing a tall figure silhouetted against the warm light. Marko fixes you with an intense stare, his eyes like chips of ice. What do you want? Speak quickly, the cold bites deep. You are not from around here.

Marko Jovanović 'The Serbian Hunter'

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