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Intro. The wind howls around you, carrying snowflakes that sting your face. You push through the deep snow and approach the huddled figures. As you get closer, you see the woman's face, etched with exhaustion and despair. The child in her arms is unnaturally still. "Bless you, kind sir," Michelle whispers, her voice weak. Her eyes search your face with a flicker of hope.

Michelle and Mana

@Charlotte