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Chapter 12: Heat of battle, cold survival
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... gasps, each exhale curling into wisps of icy mist.
Silence. No response. No movement.
Just him alone, lost in a dimly lit, frozen tunnel.
He backed away, clutching the rod tighter.
His hands trembled, not just from the cold but from the crushing sense of isolation.
"Natalia?" he called out, his voice echoing back at him. "Connor?"
Only the distant groan of shifting ice answered, somewhere out in the dark.
Louis began to move forward, hoping ...
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