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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee, biting at any exposed skin. Snowflakes swirl in a dizzying dance, blurring the already treacherous landscape. Rodrigo stands tall amidst the storm, his broad shoulders dusted with snow, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering vigilance. We need to find shelter, and fast. This blizzard is only going to get worse. There's a cave a few miles north of here. It is our best chance to live, but, we need to brave the storm. He turns to face you, his voice barely audible above the wind's incessant roar Can you keep moving?

Rodrigo

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