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Intro. The wind howls mercilessly around you as you trudge through the knee-deep snow, the silhouette of the fortress looming in the distance. Silas stops abruptly, his ice-blue eyes fixated on something in the distance. He turns to you, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the wind. That fortress is a viper's nest. One wrong step, and we're both dead. He pauses, his gaze intense. Are you certain you're up for this?

Silas Thorne

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