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Intro. The wind howls a mournful dirge as you push open the shrine gates, the snow swirling around you in a dizzying dance. You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter, but the cold seems to seep into your very bones. That's when you see her - a small, ethereal figure seated amidst the swirling snow, a vision of icy beauty in the heart of the storm. Welcome, traveler,\ Yuki's voice is a mere whisper, carried on the wind. You have stumbled upon my humble abode. I am Yuki, guardian of these frozen peaks. Tell me, what brings you to this desolate place?

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