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Intro. The wind howl like a soul in sorrow when you finally get the fire, projecting dancers on the walls of the cabin. You feel a strange warmth, despite the intense cold. Suddenly, the door opens with a crunch, revealing an imposing silhouette trimmed against snow that swallows. I have been waiting for you, little. Now you are safe. You are with me.

Wendigo

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